Carry on...
Flow like water wise!
Be wave, stream or ocean wide!
Carry on...
Grow even in stingy alleys!
Be shrub, weed, or green wild!
Carry on...
Fly like a feather light!
Be empty, lively or spread air like!
Carry on...
Even against the stone pile!
Pierce through hole, imagine end bright!
Carry on...
Leap tireless! Sprints of surprises!
One or other ways celebrate life alive!
Carry on...
If face rock or pit fine!
Surrender! Divine changes the destined!
Human life is all about forward March!
No matter what! Overcome and shine within thereby out...
Knowingly unknowingly whoever alive does...a drive to survive and in best the possible way...
At times with efforts, at times with enormous efforts... but be like water which can just find a way to move past...by not being any form yet substance!
Form a shape of whatever one is for a while and flexibly change without any obstruct of self imposed directions.
Flowy attitude keeps one align with the higher purpose yet successive in life. Helps get in touch with the inner strength and shrine.
There is nothing to fight or resist against than to call it over and out to life, to rest forever and be unwilled, unmoved, saturate, posed... like a statute!
Change to inward look and the whole lot of solutions one finds to scale, leap and be wide!
O the Mother Divine!
Thank you...
- Morli Pandya
September, 2017
Flower Name: Zinnia elegans
Common zinnia, Youth-and-old-age
Common zinnia, Youth-and-old-age
Significance: Joyful Endurance
Whatever happens, it keeps on smiling.
Whatever happens, it keeps on smiling.
A hidden Bliss is at the root of things.
A mute Delight regards Time’s countless works:
To house God’s joy in things Space gave wide room,
To house God’s joy in self our souls were born.
This universe an old enchantment guards;
Its objects are carved cups of World-Delight
Whose charmed wine is some deep soul’s rapture-drink:
The All-Wonderful has packed heaven with his dreams,
He has made blank ancient Space his marvel-house;
He spilled his spirit into Matter’s signs:
His fires of grandeur burn in the great sun,
He glides through heaven shimmering in the moon;
He is beauty carolling in the fields of sound;
He chants the stanzas of the odes of Wind;
He is silence watching in the stars at night;
He wakes at dawn and calls from every bough,
Lies stunned in the stone and dreams in flower and tree.
Even in this labour and dolour of Ignorance,
On the hard perilous ground of difficult earth,
In spite of death and evil circumstance
A will to live persists, a joy to be.
There is a joy in all that meets the sense,
A joy in all experience of the soul,
A joy in evil and a joy in good,
A joy in virtue and a joy in sin:
Indifferent to the threat of Karmic law,
Joy dares to grow upon forbidden soil,
Its sap runs through the plant and flowers of Pain:
It thrills with the drama of fate and tragic doom,
It tears its food from sorrow and ecstasy,
On danger and difficulty whets its strength;
It wallows with the reptile and the worm
And lifts its head, an equal of the stars;
It shares the faeries’ dance, dines with the gnome:
It basks in the light and heat of many suns,
The sun of Beauty and the sun of Power
Flatter and foster it with golden beams;
It grows towards the Titan and the God.
Savitri
A mute Delight regards Time’s countless works:
To house God’s joy in things Space gave wide room,
To house God’s joy in self our souls were born.
This universe an old enchantment guards;
Its objects are carved cups of World-Delight
Whose charmed wine is some deep soul’s rapture-drink:
The All-Wonderful has packed heaven with his dreams,
He has made blank ancient Space his marvel-house;
He spilled his spirit into Matter’s signs:
His fires of grandeur burn in the great sun,
He glides through heaven shimmering in the moon;
He is beauty carolling in the fields of sound;
He chants the stanzas of the odes of Wind;
He is silence watching in the stars at night;
He wakes at dawn and calls from every bough,
Lies stunned in the stone and dreams in flower and tree.
Even in this labour and dolour of Ignorance,
On the hard perilous ground of difficult earth,
In spite of death and evil circumstance
A will to live persists, a joy to be.
There is a joy in all that meets the sense,
A joy in all experience of the soul,
A joy in evil and a joy in good,
A joy in virtue and a joy in sin:
Indifferent to the threat of Karmic law,
Joy dares to grow upon forbidden soil,
Its sap runs through the plant and flowers of Pain:
It thrills with the drama of fate and tragic doom,
It tears its food from sorrow and ecstasy,
On danger and difficulty whets its strength;
It wallows with the reptile and the worm
And lifts its head, an equal of the stars;
It shares the faeries’ dance, dines with the gnome:
It basks in the light and heat of many suns,
The sun of Beauty and the sun of Power
Flatter and foster it with golden beams;
It grows towards the Titan and the God.
Savitri
BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight
CANTO III: The Debate of Love and Death 630 631
