by Swami Krishnananda
The forms of things are charged with
No form by itself isolated stands
Since intentions are subtle prehensions
By which, like eddies splashing in the sea,
The farthest with remotest lives as one.
A tender rose in garden gently touched
Disturbs the stars at utmost distance placed.
On space-time ground when all perceptions fall,
As light the shadow makes to move on screen,
The forms of substance get projected out
With thickness seen, though thickness there is none.
The life and soul of things is intention,
Thus, forming network’s web as creation.
As spider spits the threads from its essence,
The Central Will spreads all panorama.
The deed is then intention concretised,
Intention is the deed, which judges deed.
God sees not deed but intention hidden,
One’s thoughts and feelings deeds evaluate.
Since actions find their roots in life’s
‘Tis incumbent on man to regulate
His programmes well fitted with world’s design,
Which not performed the house against it sets,--
The house of self and house of social needs.
The people, oneself, Nature, God are four
With whom a conflict every moment breaks.
Alignment lost with people tension
With one’s own layers psychic distress stirs,
With Nature fear from elemental wrath
With God, Almighty, births and deaths result.
With social norms and person’s lawful needs,
With contemplation on all Nature’s ways,
Union of self with all-pervading Self,
Do sorrows cease, and blessedness is reaped.
The body’s food and love’s insistent claims
By law restrained in light of world’s welfare
Are building bricks to freedom ultimate.
Spirit, management, wealth and labour force
In en rapport do society sustain,
For none is all, and none commands the all.
The person, then, is kept nourished and strong
Through early training learning’s lodge provides,
And works and joys that go with household forms
To rise above them, feeding clay with clay,
For taste of distaste things enshrine at heart,
Which rockets up the soul to deathless life.
While pains of life reveal the stuff of
The joys are no less blinding dampened smoke.
Since joys and pains attach to mental soul,
Their significance soul in dark accepts.
Whatever’s there, be it the right or wrong,
Or joy or grief, when ensouled live awakes,
Assumes a life and stands valid as soul.
It, thus, becomes a need to strip the soul
Of its own forms,--a hard adventure soul’s,
For who could peel the soul of its own self,
And all experience soul-filled shines as world.
The thing it knows by sight or touch or
The soul enlarges as its realm of love,
The love which’s soul’s demand for non-self’s taste.
How, then, can soul from its own bondage rise
When bondage its created joy remains?
The Yoga way the most subtle they deem,
For Self conquers the Self for Self’s release
From bondage Self’s, which Self enjoyed as joy;
Bondage binds and for bondage no one seeks;
Delight it is that binds to doom the soul.
Ocean to drink or swallow fire’s safe,
The restraint mind’s a harder task proclaim.
The gall of life bites not as honey sweet,
The nectar earth’s can kill beyond redeem.
Who nothing has can renounce also
The king it is that hermit can become;
Who tastes not sting the objects strike on sense
Can scarce be free from unknown impulses
By whose revenge the mind is robbed of sense,
Of memory and clarity and peace
And fickle made to roam as grasshopper,
Destroying health of body and psyche;
Some dream and scream, some haughty proud behave,
Some see defects in everything on earth,
And evil dark, in faces save their own,
Or parade person with authority.
These are the symptoms repressed impulse shows
When holy life is tortured Nature made.
Who tastes renown shall taste it not again
Though sweet it seem in early training days.
Who seeks to know what truth do things enshrine
Would know that Self is dearest all things hold.
All is for Self, and concern for others
Is just the mask of Self’s love for itself
In widened fields where itself is others.
The All-Self includes worlds and all others:--
So Master Krishna once revealed Himself
In Kurus’ court stunning the eyes of kings.
For peace to make he envoy went alone
To speak in person with Duryodhana.
Yudhishthira, apprehending danger
In single person going unguarded
Did dissuade the Master’s bold errand.
“Fear not my life,” said Krishna smiling kind,
“Not all the royal hosts can face me roused,
As lives in wild from single lion flee.
If act unlawful they intend to deal
In my own person, thinking me alone,
I wait not war to render justice’s claim,
But burn them all relieving earth’s burden.”
The glorious Lord then marched with retinue
To pompous palace dressed up gay and fine
Which host, the king, Duryodhana, arranged,
In pride of wealth and power haughty crown’s,
Which Lord all-seeing saw as vanity
And boast ego’s, vainglorious, undivine,
Arrayed to buy the will ambassador’s;
And knowing this chose humble hut of poor
Vidura’s for his night’s rest on the way.
In morn to chagrin king’s he rode to
And addressed all assembled royal seats
For justice, goodness, commonsense and love
Which ego king’s rejected in disdain,
And threat of war discharged to mighty Lord;
Sought, then, to catch and bind, in prison hold,
Undaunted Krishna who majestic stood.
The Lord, then, laughed, which shook the stable
And deep as thunder spoke before the king:
“Seekest thou, fool, to bind Me as a prey,
Thinking alone I stand unbefriended?
Look! All the gods and armies worlds do wield
Are all here, now, in Me enfolded rise.”
Then wonderstruck the blessed ones beheld
That Glorious Form which Lord, the Master, showed,
Revealed in Himself as the All-in-All,
The Soul and Self of all creation vast;
All worlds, all gods, and all creation glowed
In that Majesty Krishna’s,--All in One.