Being in the eye of storm


I'am inside a terrific storm..
I can feel it in each of my cells..
I can feel it in the world around us..
I'am in search of a safe place to dwell..
But not able to find a place so safe..
I ran around in search of it..
Many of us fell down not able to tolerate the thunder..
I too knocked a lot of doors..
But all were in vein..
At last I thought to sit in silence..
And look deep inside my self..
Oh God, I saw the glimpses of it..
Even the glimpses are so enchanting..
Let me tell you where it is..
For those of who are in search of it..
Its in the eye of the storm..

Paddy Fields becoming tourist place for Keralites

I just realized that the paddy fields, which were once part of our life has become a curious place of visit for us. I have heard people saying that many of our culture, land and tradtion will soon become tourist places for ourselves, but when I realized it in my own life, it was a nostalgic pain. The big question, where are we heading to, started pondering me.Is it just a part of whole drama of change where we dont have much role or is it a projection of a small mistake in our perception? I think it is the second. A small drift in the orientation of our vision, because we didnt take the consequence seriously has taken us to this place.We never cared for the delicate and selfless balances nature has maintained for our growth. We were only bothered about our sense gratifications and finally we are here. Shortly our butts are going to burn.Atlease now if we decide to take a right hand turn..I keep the hope and let the life unfurl itself.. 

Introversion
Introversion is the meeting point between beauty and plainness. It is when on the outside there is only love and warmth, the qualities of any decent human life, but on the inside there is wisdom and perception. It is when on the outside, there are relationships with a few, and on the inside there is enough to fuel a relationship with the world;on the outside there is concern for the present and on the inside there is awareness of the future.Introversion is the door which divides the two;not exclusively, because a door will always open, but protectively because it is night and there are thieves about.

What is night? Night is when no one really knows what they want or what they are doing. Night is when people question things, so the door has to be locked because when people don't know what they want, they steal anything. The treasures of mind developing in silence are always at risk. So there has to be enforced caution.

Introversion should also be exercised  after a party where there has been a sharing of valuables. Here, it has gently to close the door to even the closest friends and then invite in solitude. It is the caution which checks carefully whom it invites in, in the first place, not out of fear but out of love for what has been given in trust to take care of. And yet introversion is not silence anymore than real solitude is.

It is participation, but not only participation. It is speaking with peace, walking with humility, working with love. When action is accompanied by a depth of quality, this is a sign of introversion. It is when instead of staying within you choose to venture through the door, taking something of value to all, with you.

It wont always be night. A time will come when morning will arrive. What happens then? The curtains are drawn and what's inside is visible through the windows. The eyes reflect clearly the life of the mind. Still it can't be touched, but it can be seen and enjoyed.

And when day comes, windows and doors are flung open. The mind is open, accessible and the sunlight makes equal what's inside with what's outside. That will be a time where privacy and individuality , protection and caution will have passed. A unique period of sharing, when minds will be so light that they can pass through each other unhurt and a time when the virtue that introversion has protected will be poured into a common source of joy. It will be heaven

courtesy:Yoga 

Quest for God



O'ver hill and dale and mountain range,
In temple, church, and mosque,
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I had searched for Thee in vain.
Like a child in the wildest forest lost
I have cried and cried alone,
"Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?
The echo answered, "gone."



And days and nights and years then passed
A fire was in the brain,
I knew not when day changed in night
The heart seemed rent in twain.
I laid me down on Ganges's shore,
Exposed to sun and rain;

With burning tears I laid the dust

And wailed with waters' roar.

I called on all the holy names
Of every clime and creed.
"Show me the way, in mercy, ye
Great ones who have reached the goal."


Years then passed in bitter cry,
Eacch moment seemed an age,
Till one day midst my cries and groans
Some one seemed calling me.
A gentle soft and soothing voice
That said 'my son' 'my son',


That seemed to thrill in unison
With all the chords of my soul.
I stood on my feet and tried to find
The place the voice came from;
I searched and searched and turned to see
Round me, before, behind,
Again, again it seemed to speak
The voice divine to me.



In rapture all my soul was hushed,
Entranced, enthralled in bliss.
A flash illumined all my soul;
The heart of my heart opened wide.
O joy, O bliss, what do I find!


My love, my love you are here
And you are here, my love, my all!
And I was searching thee -
From all eternity you were there
Enthroned in majesty!


From that day forth, wherever I roam,
I feel Him standing by
O'ver hill and dale, high mount and vale,
Far far away and high.
The moon's soft light, the stars so bright,
The glorious orb of day,
He shines in them; His beauty - might -
Reflected lights are they.



The majestic morn, the melting eve,
Teh boundless billowing sea,
In nature's beauty, songs of birds,
I see through them - it is He.
When dire calamity seizes me,
The heart seems weak and faint,



All natures seems to crush me down,
With laws that enver bend.
Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet
My love, "I am near", "I am near".
My heart gets strong. With thee, my love,
A thousand deaths no fear.



Thou speakest in the mother's lay
Thous shuts the babies eye,
When innocent children laugh and play,

I see Thee standing by.

When holy friendship shakes the hand,

He stands between them too;

He pours the nectar in mother's kiss

And the baby's sweet "mama".

Thou wert my God with prophets old,

All creeds do come from Thee,

The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold

Sing Thee in Harmony.

"Thou art," Thou art" the Soul of souls

In the rushing stream of life.

"Om tat sat om." Thou art my God,

My love, I am thine, I am thine.