05-14-2018, 05:50 PM
(02-02-2016, 10:47 PM)Ankh Wrote: And so, my friends, we suggest that you toss concern about your own sincerity to the wind and sing the songs of joy that are in your heart at this moment, or turn your face to the wind and moan and cry if that be your lot. Accept joy and sorrow as if they were the same thing. Accept the rocky place and the oasis as if they were equal gifts, for these are your home. You shall learn comfort in suffering, and you shall find the undertones of sadness in the most joyful moments, for that which is within you is whole and entire. You are not an experiencer of isolated events or a chronicle of segmented stories, but rather eyewitness to a present moment which this illusion shall suggest to you often to be more than one thing, longer than one moment, fragmented and broken. Yet if the road goes on forever, how can it be fragmented?
April 20, 1986
This passage so resonates deeply with me that I started calling it "song of my heart." Reminded me very much of Rudyard Kipling's "If," which an Indian writer said is the essence of the Bhagavad Gita in English. Interesting how the Gita is called the "Song of the Lord."