Oh! You foolish mind, why can’t you see the obvious,
that everyting that you think is yours
does not belong to you.
The pure knowledge, the brains to grasp it,
the talents, the beauty, whatever that’s truly precious,
comes from one ultimate source,
and there it has got to return,
set free by the free will,
the only thing that we can dare to call our own.
poem by Armaity H. Bhabha “Sahajmala”
axinia
loveliness to enjoy, but not to grasp. best wishes
It’s true. nothing belongs to us. Everything has a destiny which is the power above us.
Thought-provoking post, Axinia, thank you!
really? I hoped it would be the thought soothing one…
He . . . he . . . he, actually, it is!
We are IT all the way long.
No need to divide between “the source” and the self.
The “I” remains himself in different expressions.
right, but before one realizes it, there comes the relisation of deparation between “the source” and the self.
What each clergy franchise instruments to his advantage!