Oh Teacher, you taught me
This phenomenal of mine
Is the result of ignorance
Primal and beginningless
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Yet I think I have something. Good thinking! As we all have something! Thanks for sharing, Madathil!
A puppet show Where I am nothing..10 A PUPPET FIGHTING WITH FATE BUT SOON TO BE LATE WITH NO EXTENSION OF DATE
A puppet show Where I am nothing, , , nice lines...10 yes puppet show where we grow at someone's grace with smile on face
To the concept of free will The good God bears no ill will But the law of Karma will operate And we then call it our bad fate......... A good write on a very deep and perplexing issue....
This is an exceedingly difficult subject to expound upon, and you have done so with the grace, wisdom and intellect we have come to rely on from you. I have done much investigation and research on the topic and studied great philosophers, neuro-scientists and religious scholars. And although I have not come to any conclusion, I respect you and add your views to my total knowledge.
Rajendran ji, I feel very privileged for this open, free and frank, and inquisitive discussion with you. I thank you and PH for providing this wonderful opportunity and platform for free exchange of views. Coming back to the poem, I think, there is nothing called absolute truth and truth itself is relative to the standpoint we view it from. Here, by the by, I am also reminded of the poem ' The blind men and the elephant, ' by J.G. Saxe where six blind men describes the elephant differently and though they were partially right they were all wrong. I don't mean we all are wrong, but all I want to say is that there is a great opportunity before us to explore deep into our soul.
Rajesh-ji – Immense thanks for your input. I meant only this. When I look around, I notice that all that find are a given. The world was already there when I was born – so too my parents and all the paraphernalia that went with my growing up into what I am today. My awareness of myself, the “I” sense, and my intelligence with which I claim that “I did this”, “I did that”, “I have free will and am capable of doing things, choosing not to do them, doing them differently (kartum shakyam, akartum shakyam, anyathaava kartum shakyam in the words of Sri Shankara) are also a given. So, if that free-will is a given, given to me without my asking, it belongs to somebody else, whom we call the Lord. I was only humbly acknowledging that glaring fact when why I said our free will is only seeming and that there is only the Lord’s free-will there. So, keep exercising the Lord's free-will is the name of the game. You can call it maneuvering as you have done. But, remember you are only maneuvering with a given. That ultimately does the cleansing by removing the sense of agency and doership which aggrandize the foolish ego. I am very much thankful to the Lord for my association with a thinking soul like you.
I feel density and free will go hand in hand and are interwoven into each other’s fabric. This is the belief I have stated in my poem entitled ' Divine Fate, ' too. I feel if everything is destined, controlled and programmed by God - what is the need of this creation after-all? Everything could have been fine without it. Then there comes the question of emotions. Why emotion should be assigned the role of making us happy, sad, angry, sorry etc. etc., if they have defunct of any purpose. My take is that emotions assume a role in order to guide us on our journey towards God. So, within the limitation of destiny there is room for maneuvering too. Moreover, our senses too are alive and active and they do not react in a set programmed way. For e.g. two or more people may not necessarily react to an identical situation in the same way. This should not have been so had everything been programmed beforehand. A beautiful though provoking poem.
A world seems to erupt In all its myriad colours Before my eyes As I move as the Lord Pulls the unseen strings..........nicely envisioned. A beautiful poem really you have composed. Many thanks Nair sir.
A world seems to erupt In all its myriad colours Before my eyes As I move as the Lord Pulls the unseen strings..........nicely envisioned. A beautiful poem really you have composed. Many thanks Nair sir.
A great philosophical write. Being a fatalist, I agree with the philosophy put forward in this poem. The last verse is very significant. After all, man for all his knowledge, is still trying to find truth.