Is there no hope

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Perils of Maya, the myth, is well known, well expounded, yet least

comprehensible for a spiritual seeker. The human nature is such; it falls to

its own trap time and again. Desires multiply even after knowing how transient

the human life is. Desires and more desires, as the mercy of Sadguru confers

the wishes, the desires manifold. Souls trapped at the crossroads not knowing

where to draw the line. Swami Vivekananda, one of the greatest spiritualists

history has seen talks on this subject;

"There was never a mother who did not think her child was a born genius, the

most extra-ordinary child that was ever born; she dotes upon her child. Her

whole soul is in the child. The child grows up, perhaps becomes a drunkard, a

brute, ill-treats the mother, and the more he ill-treats her, the more her love

increases. The world lauds its unselfish love of the mother, little dreaming

that the mother is a born slave, she cannot help that. She would a thousand

times rather throw off the burden, but she cannot. So she covers herself with a

mass of flowers, which she calls love. And this is Maya.

True it is that we are all slaves of Maya, born in Maya and live in Maya. Is

there no way out, no hope? That we are all miserable, that this world is really

a prison, that even our so-called trailing beauty are but a prison-houses, have

been known for ages upon ages. There has never been a man; never been a human

soul who has not felt this sometime or other, however he may talk. And the old

people feel it most, because in them the accumulated experience of a whole

life, because they cannot be easily cheated by the lies of the nature. Is there

no way out? We find that with all this, with this terrible fact before us, in

the midst of the sorrow and suffering even in this world where life and death

are synonymous, ever here there is a still small voice ringing through all

ages, through every country and in every heart: "This Maya is divine, made up

of qualities, and very difficult to cross. Yet those that come unto Me, cross

the river of life". This

voice comes to men when everything seems to be lost and hope has fled, when's

men's dependence on his own strength crushed down, and everything seems to melt

away between his fingers, and life is a helpless ruin. Then he hears it. This is

called religion".

Religion in this context may well be substituted for the doctrine of faith, to

be taken for all its worth. As the true sons of the father, let us spend a few

moments on contemplating the loving invitation the father has extended to His

religion, the one of faith and patience, of love and tolerance, of one supreme

that is for all.

source:saibaba.org

Arun Reddy Nukala

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