O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
Saturday, August 27, 2016
The Prayer of Saint Francis
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Happy Janmashtami: Swami Vivekananda on Krishna
"This was the great work of Krishna: to clear our eyes and make us look with broader vision upon humanity in its march upward and onward. His was the first heart that was large enough to see truth in all, his the first lips that uttered beautiful words for each and all"
"In Krishna we find ... two ideas stand supreme in his message: The first is the harmony of different ideas; the second is non-attachment. A man can attain to perfection, the highest goal, sitting on a throne, commanding armies, working out big plans for nations. In fact, Krishna's great sermon was preached on the battlefield."
"Krishna talks of himself as God, as Christ does. He sees the Deity in himself. And he says, "None can go a day out of my path. All have to come to me. Whosoever wants to worship in whatsoever form, I give him faith in that form, and through that I meet him. ..."(Gita, IV. 12.) His heart is all for the masses."
Quotes from 'Krishna' a lecture of Swami Vivekananda recorded by Ida Ansell in shorthand (Delivered in California, on April 1, 1900)
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
A song loved by Sri Ramakrishna
Dwell, O mind, within yourself;
Enter no other's home.
If you but seek there, you will find
All you are searching for.
God, the true Philosopher's Stone,
Who answers every prayer,
Lies hidden deep within your heart,
The richest gem of all.
How many pearls and precious stones
Are scattered all about
The outer court that lies before
The chamber of your heart!
-The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Sister Nivedita: Kali the Mother
Clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness, vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics,--
But loosed from the prison house,--
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, Come!
For Terror is thy name,
Death is in Thy breath.
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e’er.
Thou "Time" the All-Destroyer
Then come, O Mother, Come!Who can misery love,
Dance in destruction's dance,
And hug the form of Death,
To him the Mother comes.