“A thing of beauty is a joy forever”, goes the well-known phrase from the poem, Endymion, by John Keats. Dwelling on this phrase made me wonder about that one unique thing of such incredible beauty, that it would bring unfailing joy to its beholder.
Could it be a favorite work of art that could turn into a visual feast every time we set our eyes on it? Or a piece of music that strums our soul, each and every time we listen to it?
Why build an exquisite veena1,
Only to be heedlessly cast-off into dust?
Tell me O! Sivasakthi2 –
You, (who) created me with a scintillating mind
Grant me fortitude
To devote my life in welfare of this State
Tell me O! Sivasakthi – Would you let me
Become a burden to this land?
Being of indian origin, I was really thrilled to read this book that captures the ancient spiritual India quite accurately. The most poignant moment for me was to read about Siddartha coming face to face to Gautama Buddha and tell the great teacher that wisdom cannot be taught; that it is incommunicable. Isn’t that so true? No amount of reading or meditating can teach us about life.
The only way to learn about life is to live, to immerse in this extraordinary opportunity that is the human experience,
"Almost all the prose works I have written are biographies of the soul", Hermann Hesse has written, "monologues, in which a single individual is observed in relation to the world and to his own ego."
-From the dust-jacket of "Peter Camenzind/Hermann Hesse"
"What he had said to the Buddha - that the Buddha's wisdom and secret was not teachable, that it was inexpressible and incommunicable-..."-From "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse, translated by Hilda Rosner