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Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi
This place is called as Bhavasagara. It is the ocean of illusion in which we live. And we are seekers….
If we are in the ocean, our ship should be seaworthy. Then any kind of illusion is not going to deter us if we are seaworthy. But seaworthy means we must know if there is a fog, how to move in right direction.
We should know how to overcome all the hazards of all kinds of storms and all the knowledge should be built-in within us. And that built-in knowledge is this dharma. It is a religion within you – not without, but within you.
Shri Mataji, 1983
Like the ship is built, is brought to the sea, tried and found to be seaworthy to sail out now into the sea. So you have to sail out when you know everything about the ship, everything about the sea. With complete freedom and wisdom, you have to sail now, not afraid of any storms or any hails or any typhoons because now you know your job is to cross through.
Shri Mataji, 1982
(Rumi)
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
A hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
Rumi
The great religions are like branches
Of one spreading tree:
It is alone in its growth,
Although it has birthed many shoots.
And is it ever possible that branches
Would suddenly, in anger, hit each other?
Religions are the same as branches,
That grew from one big tree.
And these, Shri Mataji’s words, not without reason
All men with thankfulness accept.
It’s time to understand
That we are brothers,
Beyond the races, nationalities, and faiths,
And independent of our skin colors.
Because like branches
Just one root we have!
The Lord is one
Though there are many paths,
That lead to Him –
The goal is always one:
The mountain peak that pierces clouds.
The goal of life is union with God.
Let’s not forget Whose Image and Likeness we carry,
And we will understand to where we aspire.
Vladimir Mikhanovsky
Source: Mikhanovsky, Vladimir. Hope Faith Love: The Road to God. Pune, India: Nirmal Transformation, 2007.
- Mountains
I see a mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
without desires.
Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi
(Photograph: wikimediacommons)