Friday, May 18, 2007

Cosmic Dance


by Joyce Rupp & Mary Southard



The writer in me that has been hard done by his shear ignorance…has today decided to vindicate himself …..and as I sit on a matrix laden with all kinds of small knick knacks…that due to my laze and there bad luck could not find there deserved place in my retiring area that I dear not call a home ….as it does not have any remotest of resemblance to it…..I once again find myself trying to give words to a void…..
Because all the mirth is long gone …n all that is left is a void…
Is it that ‘been there done that’ thing....nope I think am very far from it..Guess I am waiting for something or rather I should be waiting for something..Because its neither my age nor my prerogative…to sound tired as if I have seen a lot….
But what else is there to see apart from an unending cycle of joys and sorrows…...
However small or big..Whether it be a life of a rickshaw puller…or..a corporate leader…whether..it be a rag or a business attire..that is what all of it ultimately boils down to…
Dark nights and Bright days….

This is ME….but HE was somebody else…
..Have been reading lately about Lord Krishna …a perfect embodiment of a person that had won both the worlds , who denied nothing ….neither this world nor that ..and everything was so very simple for him…who would not shy away from playing a trickster nor from revealing the inner most secret of life.. who could compete without pride…who could fight without anger…who could love without possession …Who would live where he had arrived and nowhere else…who had no friends …and still reflected back the love he received seven folds….who was not a sadhak.. because he had nothing to achieve…
A mystic that is the most difficult to understand…….He was different from any other mystic and had found a way that was different from any other and all the more complete…a mystic of highest caliber who had mischievousness of a child intact in him till the very end…a complete paradox…a festivity in the name of a man..who knew the art of ‘just being’..like the wind, the water ,the sun…and he said ..let Man be one with this ‘Cosmic celebration’…It does not mean the End of work.. but he gives more importance to ’being ’ than ‘doing ‘.Who saw the birth and death together and so all that was in life was nothing but a celebration to fill the void.
Krishna’s language has been defined as twilight language where there is neither days nor nights, where everything is fluid ,vague, mystical, so no body till date could find a clear cut meaning to his sayings. They have to end up giving conflicting statements.
In fact nobody has been able to accept the whole of Krishna ,Surdas could only except Balkrishna because he could not imagine a young Krishna with the gopis…

And one of these gopis was Radha , it is said that there is no greater pain in this world then the pain of love….
It wipes you out completely …..there is no other pain .. as profound ..it means the end of ego….and true devotees ask for love’s suffering…and so was Radha….
A whole sect of ‘Sufis’ prey as if it was there long lost love with passion that defies all descriptions…n howsoever improper it may seem but ‘Sufis ’are one of the very few sects who understand true devotion………therefore krishna
and so I hope,

That, As I know the darkness of night
And the brightness of day
I’ll.. One day know the twilight…..

as I learn the hollowness of an argument…
And the loneliness of silence….
I’ll … one day know poise…

And as I know the pleasure lurking behind every pain…
The pain hiding in shadows of pleasure……..
I’ll … one day know calm …..

as I learn to see what joys…sorrow brings..
And the grief hidden behind all rejoice…
. I’ll … one day know bliss………




And as I know the delight of ….SUDAMA..
And the agony of ……RADHA..
I’ll…. Perhaps… one day…….know…….KRISHNA….

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