Kavyayana: Sattvic sums and radiant additions

Hardwar Goswami

We meet at the same place, we shine wherever we are, wherever we are, we shine wherever we are! Even if we are light with a purpose, we shine wherever we are, what good are we five together? We shine wherever we are! If you want to rise, you have to calm down. I have been sitting since I realized how, with a hook in my hand, this drum, where did we get the fruit from? We shine wherever we are! The lamps of the word are burning Deliye, Avatal is available Deliye, we are creeping like a dream? We shine wherever we are! – Rajendra Shukla A disciple named Aruni lived in the ashram of the sage Dhaumya on the banks of a river amidst the natural environment. Once Aruni did not appear in Sandhya Havan. He would never be absent and if he could not be present for any reason, he would definitely inform Guruji. Also it started raining. Guruji got more worried. They set out to find Aruni with the disciples in the pouring rain. Aruni was found lying near the paddy field. Asking the reason why Guruji was lying down in the rain, Aruni said that 'Yesterday I saw a hole in the paddy field. Gradually the hole started getting bigger. By the time I came to inform the ashram, all the water got into the paddy, so I fell asleep next to it.' Guruji was very happy with this relationship and said that 'from today your studies are complete. After Aruni came home, it came to be known as Uddalak (water dam). Uddalak was named as Samarth Gnani. 'Most of the European philosophers look like schoolboys before the philosophers of India and their subtle thought. I studied Sanskrit literature under the guidance of Charles Lanman. Two years passed and I learned Patanjali's 'Yogashastra' in one year from James Wood. During this period I was able to develop my abilities as an enlightened mystic. My inner consciousness has awakened to explore the unfathomable. A long time ago I studied the ancient languages ​​of India a lot, as my interest then was mainly philosophic. Now I realize that my poems are influenced by Indian thought and other sensibilities.' These are the words of the world's greatest poet T. S. Eliot's. The stories of the Upanishads are meant to speak to our glorious past and add flavor to the rainbow of the present. Opening the door of these scriptures means the key to living life. The moon of Indian philosophy has blossomed in the sky of the Upanishads. The first Shantipatha of the Upanishad introduces perfection. ॐ पुर्मादः पुर्नमिदम पुरनात पुर्नमुदच्यते | Purnasya Purnamadaya Purnamevavasishyate || There can be no greater positive sentence than this. 'That too is complete and this is also complete.' Acts as a tonic during depression. This verse removes grief. This first and ardent stanza paints a rainbow in stark aura. Makes a journey from zero to peak. It not only introduces the world but also gives identity to ourselves. Each verse of the Upanishad takes one into the realm of materialized consciousness. This volume can be entered only after all the glands are dissolved. Then pollen blooms in Pragya and Haam in Haiya… Marizsaheb says 'I am alive because I hit you.' The whole Upanishad of love comes in this Ardha share.

The only difference between water and ice lies in tears and sobs. The whole town is waiting for those who have come and gone. I am enjoying life in such a way, as if Cupid is gracious over it. How many ho-ha if you escape, the touch that is imprisoned in this Terwan prison. There are many shoulders on which the head rests, but only one or two shoulders on which tears are placed. – Partha Tarapara

Silence is my eye and these lips are my blind, touching this fear is associated with colic. Where can I lift this burden of honesty, I thought the divyang is helpless. In the afternoon, in the sun, the search is for shade, the trees are bare, the houses are all closed. How to decide where to go, where not to go? Thus I said that the road is closed with my feet tied. Do I 'enjoy' or thirst in constant agony, one has bitterness, the other has the fragrance of fruit..!! – Ashok Jani 'Anand'

This life full of many jokes, millions of decorations on the body, but still not cheerful, the direction of the rising, but not to be slighted, the fact brought awareness, I love, I wanted, so how much did I get…? This life became empty with that thought. – Neelam Trivedi 'Neelpreet'

How the flower becomes pargaju, presented with the dream. Thou art my servant, O Lord, I see when the light is gone. How many wounds life gave! The feeling still happens. Water can be seen on the mountain, how the stones become smooth! – Dina Shah

My shadow surrounds me, dawns in my imagination, many lives are lived in one life, reverberating into a riddle, fueling the fire, leaving the calculus of gains and losses, inspiring me… – Rasik Patel

I foolish nadan saints, I foolish nadan, do not know bathing, do not know meditation. Puja nav pavman… saints… do not know God, do not know religion… karma tana nav bhan… saints… do not know Vedas, do not know puranas. Darshan Nahi Quran… Saints… I don't know poetry, I don't know knowledge, I don't know rhymes, I don't know… Saints… I don't go to temple, I don't go to mosque, I am a dog… Saints… I was born barking. This, Rang Thajo passed away… Saints…

Staying with the caravan of time robbed of breath, robbed of stardom and companionship from the sky! If the door was kept open, there was no shock at all. Trust the janitor when robbed! Defeated, the sun covered the word with a cloud, the truth was put on the gallows, and history was robbed! The color line has fallen on the heart, robbed of blind faith in the past! – Ambalal Dyer