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Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things.  Lord, I am Martha.  Being a Mary would be as alien for me as walking on water.  Now what do I do?  Are you telling me making lists and multi-tasking is wrong?  To me, Mary is the grasshopper, I’m the long suffering ant.  And you are saying Mary has chosen the good part which will not be taken from her?!  What about me, Lord?  Just point out to me where I am wrong in my logic.

I heard this beautiful song, Karpuram Narumo, on musicindiaonline.  Sanjay Subramaniyan.  I was captivated by the song, and searched the interwebs for the raga and landed on this site that had the lyrics and the meaning (http://kasturis.lazyreader.com/book/export/html/347).  This is a verse from Nachiyar Thirumozhi.  And all I can think of is +1.  Here goes:

Karpuram Narumo, Kamalappu Narumo

Is it the fragrance of camphor, or perhaps the lotus?

Thiruppavala chevvai than, thitthithinikkumo

Those coral red, beautiful mouth, would it be sweetly delicious?

Maruposita Madhavan tan vaichuvaiyum nattramum

That Madhavan who vanquished the elephant, the taste of his mouth and his fragrance

virupputru ketkinren sollai azhi ven sanghe

I ask because I’d dearly love to know, please tell me, white conch who came from the ocean

ulladu sollil ulagalandan vayamudam

For food, you have the nectar from his mouth

Kanpadai kollal kadalvannan kai thalate

For resting, you have the palm of the ocean colored one’s hand

Pennpadaiyar unmel perumpusal satruginrar

Leagues of women throw accusations at you

Pann pala seyginrai Panchajanniyane

You are doing us wrong, Panchajanya

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Nachiyar – you have set me off on my latest obsession, I can’t stop thinking about this poem, your love for the Lord.  To be envious of the sanghu, oh my love, you know what it feels like to yearn.  Would we have been friends?  I don’t think so, I can see myself roll my eyes when you’d talk about your love, but in this verse, we are sakhis.  Forget the conch, would you tell me?  I dearly want to know.  I can’t have yet another thing to wonder about that I have no way of knowing for sure.  How would your telling me ease that thirst? I want to know for myself.  I also wonder, can men have this relationship with Krishna?  Is it one of the advantages of being a woman that you can actually indulge in Sringara rasa?

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DD #514

Finally, a marvelous words post!  I have been wondering if Universe had stopped sending me messages or I froze my reception.  Yeah, yeah, I know it is the latter.  I even cringe when I write Universe and reception, but hey, those are the words I know right now.  Brought to me from my inspirers at Blue Mountain:

What I needed most was to love and to be loved. I rushed headlong into love, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers of jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by bursts of anger and quarrels. 
– Saint Augustine

Hugs to you Saint A!  red hot pokers indeed and even with this agreement, how doubtful I feel about the other way.  My fear wails,”But that is the price of love!  How can you live without it?”.  The other way, detachment, seems so bloodless…  Where is the piece of the puzzle I’m missing?  I know my fear is incorrect, my intellect which mulls how it is to be otherwise is also not true, so what’s the disconnect?

One of the things I’m observing lately – I’m rather pleasantly surprised at this turn of events – is that I’m stopping myself playing or replaying events in my head.  I’m able to catch myself in that hamster wheel and say huh! and this is the best part, get off that ride.  The side effect is that even if I want to continue the brooding/day-dreaming, once the awareness sets in, there’s no turning back.  Starting up that line of thought just seems false and requires more effort than not.  How’s that for interesting!

Dec 21 is almost gone, do all the stupids feel stupid about their fear of end of the world?  Per the news, kids were thinking about killing themselves because they didn’t want to face the apocalypse.  There go some Darwin awardees.  Some idiot woman wondered if she should put he dog to sleep because she didn’t want him to suffer on doomsday.  How did she think she’d live with herself on Dec 22 if there were no apocalypse?  How in the world is it possible for anyone to be patient with these people?  And there’s the kumbaya crowd – this is the beginning of a new epoch where we’ll reclaim our ability to levitate and communicate by telepathy – my gag reflex is exhausted.  Am glad we don’t have that craziness to flog anymore!

 

 

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Kiss the joy

He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.

– William Blake

Brought to me by the divine folks at Blue Mountain.  Sent more than a month ago.  Has lived with me ever since.  How the truth of these lines resonates in me.  Hugs to you, William Blake.

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Another beautiful thought of the day from the great folks at easwaran.org:

Know the Self as Lord of the chariot, the body as the chariot itself, the discriminating intellect as the charioteer, and the mind as the reins. The senses, say the wise, are the horses, selfish desires are the roads they travel.
– Katha Upanishad

The Upanishads say that your body is like a chariot drawn by five powerful horses, the five senses. These horses travel not so much through space as through time. They gallop from birth towards death, pursuing the objects of their desire. The discriminating intellect is the charioteer, whose job it is not to drive you over a cliff. The reins he holds are the mind – your thoughts, emotions, and desires.

This image is packed with implications. For one, the job of the intellect is to see clearly. The job of the mind is to act as reins. When everything is working in harmony, our highest Self makes all the decisions. The intellect conveys these decisions to the mind, and the senses obey the mind. But when the senses are uncontrolled, they immediately take the road they like best: personal satisfactions, mostly pleasure. Then we are not making the decisions; the horses are.

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It’s from Mark 9:24 via the dearest Kathleen Norris – my soul sister – ‘s book, Amazing Grace.    Hugs to St. Mark, he voices with such brevity what I think copiously about.

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And then there crept a little noiseless noise among the leaves,
Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.

How this line resonates, how deeply my being understands this verse.  Brought to my awareness by the divine folks running Eknath Easwaran’s thought for the day.  My gratitude.

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That which I would, I do not.  That which I do, I would not. 

I don’t know where I read it, maybe in Kathleen Norris’ Amazing Grace?  I remember copying it out right away  Google does not provide this quote on a search for St. Paul’s quotes, but I distinctly remember it being St. Paul.  Exactly me.  So glad to know he knows my pain.

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