On drishti-shristi-vada

[Guest guest]

Ganesan Sankarraman wrote:

" The past and the unknown do not meet at

any point; they cannot be brought together by any act

whatsoever; there is no bridge to cross over, nor a

path that leads to it. The twe have never met and will

never meet. The past has to cease for the unknowable,

for the immensity to be". (J.Krishnamurthi)

yours,

Both the past (existing in the form of

memories and impressions) and the so called "unknown" are only concepts

in the mind. There is no need to worry about whether they meet or not

meet or can co-exist, etc. That is all play of imagination and fantasy.

All such notions arise in the mind. Sri Ramana has said that the only

thing we can be certain of is that "I Exist". This is the immense clue.

The notions of past, the unknown, etc. are all byproducts of this

simple fact of our innate feeling of being and existence. Meditation on

our own being is the key. Meditation on our own existence makes us see

that our existence and the Universal Existence are identical. This is

why the scriptures say, "I am That" or "That thou are." One of Rum's

poems states something like....and I paraphrase...... "I had been

knocking on the door (perhaps of God's Home), banging on the door

desperately to get in, and when it opened, I saw that I had been

knocking from the inside." It means perhaps that He was already home

with his God and had always been inside God's home but did not realize

it.

Harsha

[Guest guest]

Dear

Vinayakaji: I was referring to this poem by Rumi

"I have

lived on the lip

of

insanity, wanting to know reasons,

knocking

on a door. It opens.

I've

been knocking from the inside!"

Wanting

to know God with intensity (as demonstrated by Sri RamaKrishna and many

other sages) is like living on the lip of insanity. When the door

finally opens, we see that we have been knocking from the inside. We

have always been Home.

Harsha

br_vinayaka wrote:

Dear harsha Ji,

The rumi's poem goes like this.

I was knocking on the door of the lord to get in there

came the voice asking who is there I said i am so and

so the door did not open. Again i knocked after some

reflection there came voice who is there? again reply

was given i am so and so. The door did not open. Then

finally the poet goes and knocks at the door again a

voice was heard who is there? I said i said, my

beloved i am thyself please open the door and the door

was opened.

HARI OM TAT SAT

Yours in the lord,

Br. Vinayaka.

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