He is just like the rest of us.
He walks and talks and sings and eats and laughs and runs and writes and ... He is just like the rest of us.
He smiles. Enigmatically. You know when He looks at you that He is looking at what you were, who you are. and what you will be. His eyebrows raise. You know He's recognized you. Its the first time you're meeting Him. But He knows you. And as you smile back you know you know Him too. An excellent bloke, you feel. Just like the rest of us...?
He hears. Oh, how does He hear? How does He know exactly what you said three years, five months and 23 days ago? Oh, how does He hear, keep in memory and then suddenly remind you of your statement while you thumb through His discourse or you sheepishly affix your eyes at His feet. His Lotus Feet. While He gently pulls your ear and you realize.. He hears. Sharply, accurately. All our wishes yet to be thought of, all our words yet to verbalized, our actions yet to be embarked upon. A perceptive guy, mesmerizing in his knowledge. Just like the rest of us... ?
He loves. Unconditionally. You cannot define it. It is your security blanket wherever you are. Remembering Him overwhelms you with His love immediately. Before your exam, your performance, your medical test results. As you're sleepy, hungry, lonely, perturbed, lost or disturbed. His love is your reassurance. Your best friend. Period. The bestest friend you can ever dream of. Just like the rest of us... ?
But He is like the rest of us. His body is made of cells. They're made of atoms. These atoms live.
And these atoms die.
We cannot let that happen.
Because each of us are an atom in His Divine Body. In that body He has bequeathed us, each of us are an atom. Each of us own one. And each of us have the power to vibrate and energize and pray and fight to live. And refuse to die.
In the world where calling out His Name once is enough to save us from the karma of generations, where His mere touch removes accumulated impurities of a thousand births, where a glance begets transformation, a word, salvation... In such a world, our best prized possession and entitlement is that atom. To be an atom in His Divinity. His five foot, bushy haired persona, large enough to engulf the Universe with its magnificence.
We can refuse to die.
Let us each do whatever it is we are capable of. Prayer, meditation, personal Sadhana, ceiling on desires, putting His ideals into practice... whatever it is... our own path to be that atom that is fighting to live. Fighting to bring Him back. Fighting to keep Him real. With us. In us. Around us. Just like the rest of us.
He is God. Just like the rest of us. And God does not die. It is the only property denied to Him.
Be. The atom in Sathya Narayana Raju. That refuses to die.
He walks and talks and sings and eats and laughs and runs and writes and ... He is just like the rest of us.
He smiles. Enigmatically. You know when He looks at you that He is looking at what you were, who you are. and what you will be. His eyebrows raise. You know He's recognized you. Its the first time you're meeting Him. But He knows you. And as you smile back you know you know Him too. An excellent bloke, you feel. Just like the rest of us...?
He hears. Oh, how does He hear? How does He know exactly what you said three years, five months and 23 days ago? Oh, how does He hear, keep in memory and then suddenly remind you of your statement while you thumb through His discourse or you sheepishly affix your eyes at His feet. His Lotus Feet. While He gently pulls your ear and you realize.. He hears. Sharply, accurately. All our wishes yet to be thought of, all our words yet to verbalized, our actions yet to be embarked upon. A perceptive guy, mesmerizing in his knowledge. Just like the rest of us... ?
He loves. Unconditionally. You cannot define it. It is your security blanket wherever you are. Remembering Him overwhelms you with His love immediately. Before your exam, your performance, your medical test results. As you're sleepy, hungry, lonely, perturbed, lost or disturbed. His love is your reassurance. Your best friend. Period. The bestest friend you can ever dream of. Just like the rest of us... ?
But He is like the rest of us. His body is made of cells. They're made of atoms. These atoms live.
And these atoms die.
We cannot let that happen.
Because each of us are an atom in His Divine Body. In that body He has bequeathed us, each of us are an atom. Each of us own one. And each of us have the power to vibrate and energize and pray and fight to live. And refuse to die.
In the world where calling out His Name once is enough to save us from the karma of generations, where His mere touch removes accumulated impurities of a thousand births, where a glance begets transformation, a word, salvation... In such a world, our best prized possession and entitlement is that atom. To be an atom in His Divinity. His five foot, bushy haired persona, large enough to engulf the Universe with its magnificence.
We can refuse to die.
Let us each do whatever it is we are capable of. Prayer, meditation, personal Sadhana, ceiling on desires, putting His ideals into practice... whatever it is... our own path to be that atom that is fighting to live. Fighting to bring Him back. Fighting to keep Him real. With us. In us. Around us. Just like the rest of us.
He is God. Just like the rest of us. And God does not die. It is the only property denied to Him.
Be. The atom in Sathya Narayana Raju. That refuses to die.
4 comments:
Lovely. Just lovely, Vaishnavi.
Jai
The credit was never mine Jai.
Never mine.
But I give you big credit for posting it and thus bringing it to my attention. I loved it.
Jai
Yes Jai... Thank you!
You made me smile.
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