Tuesday, 17 October 2017
Thursday, 12 October 2017
Saturday, 7 October 2017
Friday, 6 October 2017
If we start, from our little toe, to count all our blessings, we see how rich we are. How many billion connections have to be made before our body can function? Our being here, alive, on this little lovely planet called Earth, zameen, dharti, itself is a miracle. Shouldn't we give thanks to whatever it is we worship, by whatever name we call this One Energy, common to all religions, that creates and fuels us and this thing called Life?
How foolish we are to think we are alone! Help is at hand. The Friend waits for us to turn to Him/Her, and as Bhai Gurdas says: for every step we take towards the Friend, the Friend takes a million. Lala, the female saint from Kashmir, too, says the same thing. We have only to trust our inner sense to know this. Don't rely on the brain to give you any assurance, solace. It is a very small part of us. Neither Rumi nor Guru Nanak trust it. They know that emotional knowledge is far superior than intellectual certainty.
Sunday, 1 October 2017
The words of saints are the most precious of our treasures. A diamond or a BMW can't guide you when you are lost. There is no GPS for the soul, except the words of our guides.
We all turn away from pain. We are taught to; we have taught ourself to. But if we turn away from pain, turn away from being crushed, instead of welcoming painful circumstances, how will we make wine? Pains are messengers that we need to change, become more humble, perhaps, more compassionate, more introspective or loving. We do not learn without pain.
What does Rumi mean by Reality with a capital R? It is that which lies beyond our senses. We love our senses. In fact, they are necessary for out survival, and make life pleasurable. Imagine what life would be like without our sight, smell, taste, hearing and touching. We can't. But we have many inner senses as well, insight, if you will. Our other sense, which some call proprioception, senses and knows that we have something called the soul; love, the all pervading, is invisible, though we may give it names and images. The energy most call God is sensed though not seen. Rumi calls this Reality the Invisible.
How do you knock on this Invisible door? By turning to it, by remembering it, by worshipping and adoring it. Even if you knock just once, gently, The Invisible, that hears unsaid things, will respond.