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Image by Shelly Paul

Beauty – aesthetically pleasing

“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?

Liberation – Little Sparrow

(Original poem by Bharaithyar)

Stay liberated –
Like this little sparrow

In eight directions, it flies and roams,
Into the air, it ascends; swims rapidly through,
In measureless abundance lay,
The sky awash in light, is the nectar it savors

Besought

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?

Some leave this earth and the sun goes out of our lives; some don't and the sun goes out of our lives

Redemption III

The spin-top tree sighed and fell silent.
He delved into his oceanic mind
After a day and night of deep deliberation,
He finally spoke
In a voice, soothing as caress,

‘My dear queen,’ he said softly,
‘As sad as your story is,
As genuine the need for answers
It’s hard to know what happened eons ago,
For it has been that long since you arrived in our tiny world.

spin-top tree
The spin-top tree/illustration by Lekha Murali

Redemption I

The spin-top tree –
The wisest of trees
That bore perfectly spherical flowers
That was also its fruit.

As timeless as the hills that bore him
He stood on his roots,
On the banks of the whispering brook
Like a solitary hermit on his lonely leg –

Through the labyrinths of a rigid society | Gropes for freedom -| A shackled mind; Probing the myriad depths of the universe | Is an unfeeling heart – | In quest of joy;…

SiddharthaSiddhartha by Hermann Hesse

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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