Let me wake up before it is too late . . .

Thursday, December 21, 2006 Let me wake up before it is too late... God is bodiless, therefore egoless; Egotism born of body and bodily possessions Is verily my cultivated nature; Then how can He be me, I be Him? God is viceless, His love is pure and selfless; The love I give to and get from fellow beings Is transient and not free from selfishness; Then how can He be me, I be Him? God doesn’t lose temper, He doesn’t curse; I am crestfallen in defeat, cannot face a debate, I become angry and sullen at the drop of a hat; Then how can He be me, I be Him? God is forever a giver, He doesn’t hoard; I am a miser at times, or donate for name and fame, I stash wealth, just not for me but generations; Then how can He be me, I be Him? God never takes law or weapons in His hands; If I cannot beat fellow beings with sticks or stones, My thoughts and words are enough to hurt and pain; Then how can He be me, I be Him? In childhood I was taught God will punish if I did mischief; As an adolescent and young man I craved for His benevolence; Growing up further, I set out in pursuit of Him, to know Him; When I couldn’t find God, I haughtily declared that I am Him! I am clever to give examples such as air in different jars, Water droplets vaporizing from and reverting to oceans; I conveniently forget that air and water have no consciousness While God and me are distinct, live and thinking entities! I am squarely responsible for what I think and do Try however hard I may, there is no way I can evade; Scriptures rightly describe God as abogtha, Advaita is an ingenious illusion, which can never protect me! Robert Frost rightly said we have miles to go before we sleep, Our own karma philosophy says mend before you are forced to weep; Oh, my inner self, wake up before it is too late, Indulge not in imagination, see and realize reason! 4:45:50 PM Posted By S. Chakradhaari Comments (1) Musings Comments K.Venugopal Thursday, December 21, 2006 8:34:49 PM Dear Chakradhaari, Mine is an apology for a poem. I am simply following your footsteps. Let me wake up - it is never too late... We are not God’s slave. We are God and no one’s our slave. We are the stage upon which the drama Of our own life is played out. No God has told us the mystery of life. We live and we learn. No one created us. We have created ourselves. We are puny in our body but We are immeasurable in our imagination. We do not die. Our body dies to us. But nothing dies, Because everything is consciousness. In the flux and tide of our affairs, Consciousness pulsates. This timeless pulsation creates The illusion of duality, of opposites. The conscious and the unconscious. Light and dark. Life and death. The creator and the created. God and I. We are it. We are all. We are nothing. There is no duality. Wake up to the truth. Be still. Pulsate. Nataraja and the dance. Shiva and the Tandava. In childhood I was taught God will punish if I did mischief; As an adolescent and young man I craved for His benevolence; Growing up further, I set out in pursuit of Him, to know Him; When I couldn’t find God, I settled for believing in Him! Lo, I failed to wake up to my own self. Robert Frost said we have miles to go before we sleep, Little did he know our destination is within us. Our own karma philosophy says mend before you are forced to weep; Oh, my inner self, wake up - it is never too late! See and realize the truth that you are the God you seek!