September 6, 2011
As you got up this morning, I watched you and hoped you would talk to me,
even if it was just a few words, asking my opinion or thanking me for
something good that happened in your life yesterday, but I noticed you
were to busy trying to find the right outfit to put on and wear to work.
So I waited.
When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few
minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy.
At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit
in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet, I thought you wanted to
talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest
I watched as you went to work and I waited patiently all day long. With
all your activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me.
I noticed before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to
talk to me, that is why you didn’t bow your head. You glanced three or
four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me
briefly before they ate, but you didn’t. That’s okay, there is still more
time left, and I have hope that you will talk to me even yet.
You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few
of them were done you turned on the TV. I don’t know if you like TV or
not, just about anything goes there & you spend a lot of time each day in
front of it, not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited
patiently again as you watched TV and ate your meal, but again you didn’t
talk to me.
As you did your homework I waited again, as you did what you had to do. At
bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your
family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time. That’s okay,
because you may not realize that I am always there for you.
I’ve got patience more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you
how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday
for a nod, a prayer, a thought or a thankful part of your heart. It is
hard to have a one-sided conversation.
Well, you are getting up again and once again I will wait with nothing but
love for you hoping that today you will give me some time. Have a nice
April 11, 2011
It is unwise to be too sure of one’s own wisdom.
February 11, 2011
November 5, 2010
During the night of Diwali the myriad little clay lamps (diyas) seem to silently send forth message of Diwali: “Come, let us remove darkness from the face of the earth”.
The dharma of the fire is the same wherever it is: in a poor man’s house, or in a rich man’s house, in America, in Antarctica, or in the Himalayas. It gives light and heat.
The flame of the light is always turned up. Even if we keep the lamp upside down, the flame will burn upwards. The message is that our mind should be focused on Atman, the Self wherever we are. The lamps remind us of our dharma of realizing our divine nature. ”
The Self is self-luminous being pure Consciousness. The cognition of all objects arises from the light of pure Consciousness.” -says Bhrihadaranyaka Upanishad.
One lamp can light several others. Even after lighting 1000 other lamps, still the flame and the light of the first lamp will remain as it is. It loses nothing. By becoming manifold, the light loses nothing.
The rows of lamps teach yet another important lesson and that is of unity. The light that shines forth from the Sun, the moon, the stars, and the fire is all the same. To see and recognize that one light, the light of consciousness, which is manifesting and pulsating in and through all of creation, is the goal of life.
The lights of Diwali are displayed at the entrance doors, by the walls of houses, in the streets and lanes. This means that the inner spiritual light of the individual must be reflected outside. It should benefit the Society. Feeding empty stomachs, lighting blown-out diyas and bringing light to those whose lives are in darkness is the true spirit of Diwali.
— from an invitation to a Diwali celebration gathering
August 27, 2010
June 22, 2010
Hidden things are manifested by their opposites, but as God has no opposite He remains hidden. God’s light has no opposite in the range of creation whereby it may be manifested to view.
— Jalaluddin Rumi