06/06/11
" If one were to think of health needs of one's body and mind, better to know what our ancients said, that our physical body is constituted of the five primal elements: 'prithvi' (earth), 'jala' (water), 'tejus' (fire), 'vaayu' (air/wind), and 'vyoama/aakaash' (sky). Hence, for proper upkeep, these five have to be considered. It is said that this implies five 'dharma-s / yagnya-s', concerning these, viz., 'prithvi dharma' (healthy, nutrient, saatvik food), 'jala dharma' (taking in 3 to 4 litres of water in a day, depending on exertion and age), 'tejoe dharma' ( vyaayaama or physical exercise, generating exertion and heat), 'vaayu dharma' ( praanaayaama ), and 'vyoama dharma' ( prayer and meditation, for mental purification and tranquility ). These five have to be a matter of daily routine, for a good life ".
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Hello to you all ! Somvaar Suprabhaath !
Today I would like to give some poems of mine from 'Random Musings' :
THREE OF K's POEMS
THY GRACE DIVINE LIFE A DIVINE PLAY
Me Lord, let me be the flute Oh ye mortal ! All life is a Divine Play
In Thy Dexterous Hands Misery betimes and betimes bliss.
Through which Thou Play As Time and Destiny pull the strings
Thy Music Divine. Doth thou play thy role assigned.
Let me be the brush None can foresee what happeneth and when.
In Thy Subtle Hands Seeming winners alas, begin to lose,
With which Thou Paint And lo! Desperate losers swing round to win!
Thy Scenes Divine Whatever and whenever He wills, shall happen.
Let me be the quill Ay, know you for certain, what's good for thee ?
In Thy Poetic Hands Thy vision myopic proceeds not much far ;
With which Thou Write In Him hence you trust, Him that knoweth all.
Thy Songs Divine. The Merciful Lord ever dispenseth good for thee.
Let me be the bowl Put heart and soul in duties thine,
In Thy Graceful Hands With implicit Faith in Power Divine.
In which Thou Fill The fruits of thy deeds, when and where
Thy Nectar Divine. And how thou wilt gain, leave to His care.
Me Lord, let me be blessed
By Thy Merciful Love
And serve Thy Purpose
By Thy Grace Divine.
Decades back, when I had been to Arunaachala, to Ramanaasramam, and sat in the meditation hall therein, I went into a reverie, and the following lines flowed out of me :
AT RAMANAA's FEET
Oh ! Sage of Arunaachala !
When I come to thy altar
And sit to pray in thy
Silent hall of meditation,
Should I open my floodgates
Of unfulfilled desires,
And barter my worship
For some earthly gains ?
This little selfish self
Packed with mundane wishes,
Craving for ephemeral joys,
Seeks every opportunity
To quench its insatiable thirst,
To feed its endless appetites,
And goes on asking ever
For the little things of life.
Oh Lord, Let not I fall a prey
To these beasts of desires.
Let not me be enmeshed
In the sticky webs of 'samsaara'.
Let my grossness evaporate
As camphor at touch of flame.
Let the divine Light dispel
All gloom, doubt and despair.
Oh, Master Divine,
I have naught to ask of Thee,
Save, pardon me, one wish ---
Let me merge with Thee,
As doth the river with sea.
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