My ashes in the Ganges Soul cleansed and agleam No hell for me now I’ve won my reprieve Tell me, tell me, How does putrid water heal wounds I inflicted on those who still grieve?
I was reading this and couldnt help thinking of your poem:
People have become so degraded in this Kali Yuga that they think they can do anything, and then they can go to a holy place, and their sins will be forgiven. If a man goes with an impure mind into a temple, he adds to the sins that he had already, and goes home a worse man than when he left it. Tirtha (place of pilgrimage) is a place which is full of holy things and holy men. But if holy people live in a certain place, and if there is no temple there, even that is a Tirtha. If unholy people live in a place where there may be a hundred temples, the Tirtha has vanished from that place. And it is most difficult to live in a Tirtha; for if sin is committed in an ordinary place it can easily be removed, but sin committed in a Tirtha cannot be removed. This is the gist of all worship – to be pure and to do good to others.
He who sees Shiva in the poor, in the weak, and in the diseased, really worships Shiva; and if he sees Shiva only in the image, his worship is but preliminary. He who has served and helped one poor man seeing Shiva in him, without thinking of his caste, or creed, or race, or anything, with him Shiva is more pleased than with the man who sees Him only in temples.
Those who serve the servants of God are His greatest servants.
This is the gist of all worship – to be pure and to do good to others. -Swami Vivekananda.
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If you've written this poem your self then consider me one of your students from today.Never before have I seen so much pain in so few lines.Avesome!
I know its a lie
But I do it anyway
I turn outside and see
And find no other way
The books, the stories, the wise,
feed me, keep the truth aside
Make me wander around
And focus outside
They say the truth is within
but drive the mind without
Make me into a zombie
With no chance to bail out
I need a new eye
To see the light within
And a new hearing
To wake up with new life.
With eyes open for once
And the vision clear
Let me glimpse the truth
And hold it near.
:)
I was reading this and couldnt help thinking of your poem:
People have become so degraded in this Kali Yuga that they think they can do anything, and then they can go to a holy place, and their sins will be forgiven. If a man goes with an impure mind into a temple, he adds to the sins that he had already, and goes home a worse man than when he left it. Tirtha (place of pilgrimage) is a place which is full of holy things and holy men. But if holy people live in a certain place, and if there is no temple there, even that is a Tirtha. If unholy people live in a place where there may be a hundred temples, the Tirtha has vanished from that place. And it is most difficult to live in a Tirtha; for if sin is committed in an ordinary place it can easily be removed, but sin committed in a Tirtha cannot be removed. This is the gist of all worship – to be pure and to do good to others.
He who sees Shiva in the poor, in the weak, and in the diseased, really worships Shiva; and if he sees Shiva only in the image, his worship is but preliminary. He who has served and helped one poor man seeing Shiva in him, without thinking of his caste, or creed, or race, or anything, with him Shiva is more pleased than with the man who sees Him only in temples.
Those who serve the servants of God are His greatest servants.
This is the gist of all worship – to be pure and to do good to others.
-Swami Vivekananda.
WOW, this is magnificent...you really have a literary flair, you write with such eloquence, very impressive *hats off, takes a bow*
AI, I feel very privileged to have known you. :)
I'm humbled. :)
Thanks all.
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