] Be the change YOU wish to see -Mahatma

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bingo ji writes

 

(OSHO said that his nonviolence was actually a form of violence and

that Gandhi was actually a very violent man. )

 

Strange, as it may seem - in a sense, OSHO was right, to some extent!

 

ANY TIME, ANYONE BECOMES OBSESSIVE ABOUT PREACHING SOMETHING ( FOR

EXAMPLE ahimsa) , HE IS ADVOCATING HIS OWN BRAND OF 'RELIGION' AND

THAT IS A FORM OF VIOLENCE, TOO ! imposing one's thoughts on others!

smiles! Let each one discover the 'truth' for themsleves!!! as jiddu

krishnmurthy says we should be *way pointers* only !!!

 

anyway, let me share apoem by J. krishnamurthy with you all !!

 

The Immortal Friend

 

J. Krishnamurthi

 

O friend

 

Tell me of God,

 

Where is He, by what manner do I find Him?

 

Among what climes, in what abodes?

 

Tell me, I am weary.

 

 

 

Read the Vedas,

 

Do tapas, meditate,

 

Perform rites and ceremonies,

 

Practise austerities and renounce,

 

Pray at His temple, among flowers and incense,

 

Bathe in the sacred rivers,

 

Visit the holy places,

 

Be a devotee and pure of intelligence,

 

In Kailas is His abode-

 

There you will find Him, cried many.

 

 

 

Obey the Law,

 

Take refuge in the Order,

 

Kill not, steal not and commit no sin.

 

Go to the shrine.

 

Enter Nirvana-

 

There you will find Him, cried many.

 

 

 

Read the Holy Book,

 

Pray at His Church-there be many-

 

This church will lead to Him but beware of that,

 

Serve, sacrifice,

 

Do not judge, be merciful,

 

In Heaven is His throne-

 

There you will find Him, cried many.

 

 

 

Read the only Book

 

Of the only God,

 

Visit His abode on earth,

 

Pray at the mosque,

 

At the setting of the sun worship Him,

 

Bahist is His abode-

 

There you will find Him, cried many.

 

Work, work for humanity,

 

Serve, serve your fellow-creatures,

 

Follow this but beware of that path,

 

Do the will of God,

 

Follow blindly for I hold the key to His abode,

 

Grasp this opportunity that He offers you,

 

Sorrow and happiness lead to Him-

 

If you do this, your search will end-

 

Then you will find Him, shouted many.

 

 

 

I am weary, tried by the passage of time,

 

Travelling on no path, I have come to Thee,

 

Thou hast revealed Thyself to me.

 

 

 

O! Thou art the round stone

 

That grinds the rice in the peaceful village

 

Amidst songs and laughter.

 

Thou art the graven image

 

That men worship in temples,

 

With chants and solemn music.

 

Thou art the dead leaf

 

That lies torn on the dusty road,

 

Trodden by the weary traveller.

 

Thou art the solitary pine

 

That stands majestic

 

On the lonely hill.

 

 

 

Thou art the lame and mangy creature

 

That comes to my door, with a haunted look, hungry,

 

That men abhor,

 

Thou art the mighty elephant

 

That is gaily robed,

 

Carrying the nobles of the land.

 

 

 

Thou art the naked beggar

 

That wanders from house to house,

 

Wearily crying for alms.

 

Thou art the great of the land

 

That are rich in possessions and books,

 

That are well-fed and satisfied.

 

Thou are the priests of all temples

 

That are learned, proud and certain.

 

 

 

Thou art the harlot, the sinner, the saint and the heretic.

 

 

 

My search is at an end.

 

In thee I behold all things.

 

I myself, am God.