Guest guest Posted September 6, 2002 Report Share Posted September 6, 2002 Possessions By Dr. Sarada (Ramana Way) There is a flower blooming in the garden. It has just opened its petals in the morning. The gentle, cool breeze carries its fragrance to the road so that passers-by stop and turn and look and smile. The flower nods back at them swaying gracefully with the breeze. The dewdrops glisten like many jewels that adorn this little beauty. Rays of tiny rainbows rise and dip from these drops. A child is crying, the mother points to the flower, the bawling stops, Ôpoo, poo, lisps the child. Another is walking by with heavy gait and suddenly chances upon the blossom, pauses,looks, a soft smile lights the face and the step that continues is light too. A lovely woman comes by. She too stops, reaches out, plucks the flower, puts it in her hair and moves on. It is over, the wonder of the flower, the marvellous mystery of its dance in space, free, belonging to all. Soon it will fade, no, wilt and dry. It is no longer a flower, it has become a possession, someone s belonging, someone s property or attribute. It has ceased to be itself. True, it would fade and drop off even if it were on the plant. Yet, how infinitely more beautiful, more magical it would be in belonging to none and so belonging to all. It would live in fullness, not wilt in a day. It would dance in freedom not be choked in a single position, held in place by a painful clip. It could drink of sunrise dew every day, it could whisper to the winds and listen to the melodies of birds, the chatter of squirrels and the chirping of crickets at nightfall. It would drop into the soil from which it arose, not be buried in some garbage heap. We limit all things by seeking to possess them. And we limit ourselves by our possessions. The more we possess, the greater we believe we are. It may be material objects that we wish to acquire, money and all that money can buy. Vehicles and houses, clothes and jewels, artefacts and instruments and rare collections, strange collections. The material battlefield of not merely keeping up with but being at least one ahead of the Joneses. It may be social status that we wish to possess. A higher and higher position, membership in exclusive clubs, right contacts in the right places, power, the area of bureaucracy and politics. Or else the seeking of emotional possessions. Wife or husband, sons and daughters, why, even friends. They are mine, we say. We wish them to be ours. If they seem to care equally or more for someone else we are upset. The famous bouts of jealousy, the infamous quarrels between mother-in-law and daughter-in- law, all spring from the need to possess the person. This is the field of domestic warfare. The tumult of little joys and deep disappointments, of excitements when one captures attention and hurt when the captive attention breaks loose and turns elsewhere. Then, of course, the combat-ground of intellectual dominion. Hoarding knowledge, more and more of it. About what? About the nature of cells or the origin of the universe, the nuances of a comma or the single shade of a melody, the turn of a hand or the shift of a look in dance. Or of all these put together in order to earn the title of a Shatavadhani , one adept at performing a hundred tasks simultaneously. Yet do we really possess anything at all? Is it not mere transfer of place, a name on paper or a mental image that we really effect. We possess a saree. We have transfered it from the shop to our cupboard; it is true. Yet the servant-maid or the washerwoman may wear it without our knowledge. It may get carried away by a petty thief, or be confiscated by the state with all our other properties. If it were our very own could it ever be taken from us? It is no longer ours. Even while it did belong it was so only because of certain prescriptions, certain social norms which give us rights to use it. If it were our very own would it not be with us always? Would there by any need to acquire it? And could it ever be taken from us? No material object is ours in this intimate, constant sense. At best we are guardians and storekeepers with whom certain limited rights rest for a brief time. This is true of all physical objects, including the body which we take to be the very self. Any part of the body can be taken from us at any time, by accident or force, by disease or decay. >From a little finger to a major organ, parts of the body can be removed and replaced. The whole, of course, deserts us at the time of death. If at all we do possess it, it is only for the brief interval between birth and death and it comes with no guarantee or warranty about its functioning or life expectancy. Such of our dearest most intimate physical possession. Of power and social status not much need be said. What are they but titles, names on paper, small documents in a file which empower one to attain greater material benefits that are in turn, no possessions at all. And what of relationships? Can we ever possess a person? We may use illegal bonded labour or child labour, we may keep our spouses or children obedient by instilling fear, yet the people can never belong to us. They may fly the coop any day. They may destroy the bonds of suppression and break free. Their bodies may serve us but can we have any power over their minds, their thinking, their soaring imaginations? Neither can we possess by showering care and affection for there may be no response or else the child or the friend may suddenly have a change of mind, just an impulsive whim and cease to care for our caring. Even if they are fond of us, does that mean we possess them? It only means that some of their thoughts are given to us. And from our point of view, it means we can satisfy ourselves with the image of being loved, of being thought well of. What more does this possession amount to? Our intellectual achievements seem to be our very own, do they not? Knowledge of language, power over words. Knowledge of music, power over sound. Knowledge of dance, power over movement. Knowledge of science, power over certain elements. And in all understanding of technical matters, remembering many facts pertaining to the subject. What is this possession? It is the transfer into my memory of certain facts that are already recorded somewhere, of certain practices that are pre-existent. With a loss of memory, with a problem in the brain all knowledge can be wiped out. All that we can possess is not ours for ever. They are all things that existed before us and will continue to do so after us, though the form may be modified. What have we achieved by possessing them? Added our name to the list of owners and users. No more, no less. And what have we got from doing so? Abiding happiness? Immortality? Absolute Awareness? Perfect peace? No, what we have gained is the sense of limitation. From This body is mine, we move on through growing possessiveness to I am the body . I am a teacher, a king, a scholar. I am considerate and affectionate. I am a father. I am a child. I am one who loves. I am one who is loved. I am neglected. I am honoured. I am intelligent. I am creative . We are possessed by that we have sought to possess,are limited by that which we wish to limit. The most magical things in the world are those which we cannot possess (though we try hard). The mountains and the seas, the skies and the breeze, the burst of creation in spring, galaxies upon galaxies of ever moving stars, space itself. The innocence of a child, laughter that springs from abandon, love that knows no boundaries, that includes everyone and everything, that shines in the eyes, that wafts from the smile of the Sadguru. Yes, infinitely magical is the one who revels in the Self having renounced all. How? By renouncing the possessor, the one wishes to possess, the primal possession, the I am the body idea. Yes, the most magical is he, our Bhagavan, who reveals that possessing nothing one possesses the entire universe. Hari Aum !!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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