Monday, July 20, 2009

A Hymn to Shiva by Swami Vivekananda


Salutation to Shiva! whose glory

Is immeasurable, who resembles sky

In clearness, to whom are attributed

The phenomena of all creation,


The preservation and dissolution

Of the universe! May the devotion,

The burning devotion of this my life

Attach itself to Him, to Shiva, who,

While being Lord of all, transcends Himself.


In whom Lordship is ever established,

Who causes annihilation of delusion,

Whose most surpassing love, made manifest,

Has crowned Him with a name above all names,

The name of “Mahadeva”, the Great God!

Whose warm embrace, of Love personified,

Displays, within the heart, that all power

Is but a semblance and a passing show.

In which the tempest of the whole past blows,

Past Samskaras, stirring the energies

With violence, like water lashed to waves;

In which the dual consciousness of “I” and “Thou”

Plays on: I salute that mind unstable,

Centered in Shiva, the abode of calm!


Where the ideas of parent and produced,

Purified thoughts and endless varied forms,

Merge in the Real one; where the existence ends

Of such conceptions as “within”, “without”–

The wind of modification being stilled–

That Hara I worship, the suppression

Of movements of the mind. Shiva I hail!


From whom all gloom and darkness have dispersed;

That radiant Light, white, beautiful

As bloom of lotus white is beautiful;

Whose laughter loud sheds knowledge luminous;

Who, by undivided meditation,

Is realized in the self-controlled heart:

May that Lordly Swan of the limpid lake

Of my mind, guard me, prostrate before Him!


Him, the Master-remover of evil,

Who wipes the dark stain of this Iron Age;

Whom Daksha’s Daughter gave Her coveted hand;

Who, like the charming water-lily white,

Is beautiful; who is ready ever

To part with life for others’ good, whose gaze

Is on the humble fixed; whose neck is blue

With the poison swallowed:

Him, we salute!

This is a translation of Swami Vivekananda’s Sanskrit Hymn to Shiva, reproduced from his

Complete Works 4: 501-04.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

When I Have Learnt


When I have learnt to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now. In so far as I learn to love my earthly dearest at the expense of God and instead of God, I shall be moving towards the state in which I shall not love my earthly dearest at all. When first things are put first, second things are not suppressed but increased. --- C.S. Lewis

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Those Who Love The Most


Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere,
Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile inconsequent things.

And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.

The Zahir


In the hospital Love had spoken to me: "I am everything and I am nothing. I am the wind, and I cannot enter doors and windows that are shut."
And I said to Love: "But I am open to you."
And Love said to me: " The wind is made of air. The air is inside your house, but everything is shut up. The furniture will get covered in dust, the damp will ruin the paintings and stain the walls. You will continue to breathe, you will know a small part of me, but I am not a part. I am Everything and you will never know that."
I saw the furniture was covered in dust, that the paintings were being corroded by damp, and I had no alternative but to open the windows and doors. When I did that, the wind swept away everything. I wanted to cling to my memories, to protect what I thought I had worked hard to acheive, but everything had disapperaed and I was as empty as the Steppes."

--- Paulo Coelho

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Mark Twain Quote


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Ecclesiastes

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I

Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness And Eternity.

By Sri Chinmoy