Kasturi kundal basai, mrig dhoondhe ban mahi |
Aise ghat ghat Ram hain, duniya dekhat nahi ||
Since the dawn of history, Man has spent a considerable amount of time and energy searching for the eternal truth; some for it renouncing all material pleasures, some wandering the world in its search, while some embracing death with the hope of finding it in the after-life.
Failure at it does not deter him, rather, his zeal to achieve that inachievable is further strengthened by the past failures. One seemlessly assumes that 'this' failure was solely because he was not committed enough to the cause. He continues the search further with a renewed and ever resplendent zeal. This unadulterated ardor does not even stop with death. Death is seen merely as a pause to this splendid crusade, that commences again, upon rebirth.
We search the world and beyond it, read every bit of literature by the fallen predecessors, beginning from where they fell and from there taking this campaign further. However, just like little kids who forget to count themselves while enumerating the gathering, we forget to look inside the self.
That god, that creator, that omnipresent who is present everywhere and nowhere resides in the most consummate form in the self. To better the self would be the best form of offering one can make to his god.
The search ends with me.
Aise ghat ghat Ram hain, duniya dekhat nahi ||
- Sant KabirDas
Since the dawn of history, Man has spent a considerable amount of time and energy searching for the eternal truth; some for it renouncing all material pleasures, some wandering the world in its search, while some embracing death with the hope of finding it in the after-life.
Failure at it does not deter him, rather, his zeal to achieve that inachievable is further strengthened by the past failures. One seemlessly assumes that 'this' failure was solely because he was not committed enough to the cause. He continues the search further with a renewed and ever resplendent zeal. This unadulterated ardor does not even stop with death. Death is seen merely as a pause to this splendid crusade, that commences again, upon rebirth.
We search the world and beyond it, read every bit of literature by the fallen predecessors, beginning from where they fell and from there taking this campaign further. However, just like little kids who forget to count themselves while enumerating the gathering, we forget to look inside the self.
That god, that creator, that omnipresent who is present everywhere and nowhere resides in the most consummate form in the self. To better the self would be the best form of offering one can make to his god.
The search ends with me.
