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A fire was burning at a fireplace, and the smoke had spread until all was half-hidden. A parrot has eaten the seed of the gram and left the husk. A cow has eaten its fodder and scattered half of it about. Two children are playing — one wholly absorbed in a single toy, the other only spreading his many toys around, not playing at all. And a great share of the world's food, they say, is left half-eaten and the other thrown away. A young man comes, and after we talk a while, tel

A wooden horse a thousand years old, from the old times, was stumbling as it went along the ground. “Why do you stumble?” I asked. “I am old,” said the horse, “and the roads are new. I cannot bring the two into step.”

A fish was swimming past in a great hurry. What is it, another asked — where are you rushing off to? I have had news, said the first, that clouds have gathered over the far shore of the sea. And I must go and see what water is — so I am hurrying to see the water.

Winter has arrived again. It came last year as well, and now it has returned. It has come at the same time, in the same form. Why does nature not change its ways? Why does it appear exactly as it did before? Change is said to be the law of nature—then why is there no visible change here? Why does winter return just as it was? Why does nature not forget its past, leave it behind, and bring something new each time? A man came to me a few days ago. Some painful incidents had occ

It feels as though someone has revealed the secret of my silent conversations. Today, my effort to go to the rooftop was fruitless. The clouds, driven by the wind, covered the radiant face of the sun. I could not see the sun, and so I could not speak with him. The ticking of the clock kept announcing that the sun was moving, yet I was surprised. The force of the wind and the thickness of the clouds had no effect on the sun at all. He continued on his path, untouched, uninflue

When an individual thinks only of himself, when a nation thinks only of its own citizens, when a religion thinks only of its own followers, then the good it does becomes very small, and the harm it causes to the world becomes immense. Any decision that is not rooted in concern for the whole world, the whole society, the entire human family, inevitably turns narrow. It is essential that decisions arise from a vision that includes the welfare of all humanity, not just one fragm

Today, someone reported that a person in the neighbourhood has walked the path of death—the Mahapath. This is not a sudden or accidental event. Yet many are surprised by the news, unaware of the continuity behind it. Death appears abrupt only because we fail to see that it is the culmination of what has been unfolding at every moment along our spiritual journey and the path of life. Death is the clear realisation that life, as we know it, is disintegrating. The moment this re

Returning from a trip to the hills, I notice something curious. There is always an attempt to climb, but rarely an attempt to descend. The climb is exhausting, full of struggle and effort. The descent, in contrast, is easy, effortless. And yet, the man seeks only to climb. Perhaps it is because climbing reinforces the spiritual ego, while descending is the immersion of the ego, the ending of the “I” and the true beginning of the spiritual journey. But the path of spirituality

Rising above the plain, I have come to the top of the hills. From these heights, the vistas that once seemed vast are now faintly visible. What once appeared significant has almost disappeared. And this is not true only of the material world; it is equally true in the spiritual realm. As one climbs higher and higher on their spiritual journey, the particular merges into the universal, the specific dissolves into the general. The child who once cried when a toy was broken now

Everything is moving so quickly in our current times. The abundance of information on social media leads to people feeling overloaded. Most people feel drained after taking ‌enough rest. The environment is quite chaotic. This race, which everyone is running, will only finish with their last breath. People are forgetting who they are and what they want from their lives. So today, we will talk about how we can calm the hyperactive mind and stay peaceful in a chaotic world. Why

Thorns are attached to a rose bush. A banana is covered with its peel. Coconut water is healthy, but it sits at the top of a tall tree — and even then, it is hard to open and get to. Honey is packed with great security by the honeybees. Diamonds and pearls lie deep in oceans and mountains. A bird lays its eggs on a windy tree. A boat sails on a wavering sea. Nature — and the human, as part of nature — goes through turmoil, both natural and man-made. There is no escape from th

A baby cries and we hand down building blocks — some puzzle-building toys, some creative art pieces, jumbled together. With those blocks, kids develop buildings, objects, and beautiful scenes. These are game-based constructive and creative works. Life, too, takes varied moves each single day. Good food, leisure, site visits, and similar elements give spiritual moves to life. Life's vitality shifts from an ordinary, general level towards a little higher one. The visibility of

एक लंबी तू श्वास भर, और मुझ पर तू विश्वास कर। बढ़ा कदम और रख धरा पर, ना किसी की आस कर। क्यों बन रहा तू दास भर? ना दुनिया को बर्दाश्त कर। जा, चूम अम्बर के शिखर को, ना किसी की आस कर। अश्रुओं का नाश कर, शोक का तू हास कर। अब जीत का आगाज़ कर, ना किसी की आस कर। वीरों के आवास पर, आकाश के विस्तार पर, है तेरा अब इंतज़ार भर, ना किसी की आस कर। - गजेन्द्र

A restless man lived at the edge of a town. He read books, debated ideas, and prided himself on needing proof before belief. But for all his thinking, there was something inside him that never quieted. A grinding. A motion that solved nothing and tired everything. One autumn, he heard of a monk who lived in the forest. Not knowing exactly why, he went. The monk was sitting outside when the man arrived, doing what seemed to the visitor like nothing at all. "I am always rushing

किसी उलझन को सुलझाऊँ, किसी छाँव के नीचे, जहाँ धूप पहुँच न सके, जीवन की उम्मीद न घटे। वहाँ बैठ मैं जीवन की किसी उलझन को सुलझाऊँ। जहाँ मंज़िल न हो, न हो कोई मुसाफ़िर, हो तो केवल मेरा अहसास, उस राह को पाने की चाह में किसी उलझन को सुलझाऊँ। हर प्रश्न बने जीवन, और उत्तर हो केवल तुम। न लगाव किसी विचार का, और प्रेम का गुंजन। उस जगह बैठ किसी उलझन को सुलझाऊँ। भीतर का ज्ञान हो महान, समझ केवल इतनी-सी कि समझ आए केवल ध्यान। ध्यान कुछ ऐसा लगे, मानो किसी उलझन को सुलझाऊँ। - गजेन्द्र

The problem admits that this pluralism we face is big, i.e., ‘Religious Conflicts’. Scholars in Europe and America often give examples of India to demonstrate religious conflicts. That is how they talk about India, as if we are in a perpetual conflict, experiencing a disturbing and disquieting loss of inner and outer peace . For this, we can ask them: despite this violence, how is India still alive, along with its profound unity in diversity ? Yes! Religion is a source of con

Great is the problem of life and death, Of being and not-being, Of will and not-will, Of right and not-right, Of truth and not-truth, Of great love and no-love, Of great passions and no-passion, Of you and me, But see, see the sun and moon, They live together and the earth blooms. Fa-hsin, a musing

Spring arrives, hope in heart, Wind blows and takes away old leaves, New leaves shoot this may. Fa-hsin, Haiku

Suvvidhi shares a profound story on the illusion of attachment. Discover how letting go of the hyperactive mind's desires leads to true spiritual joy and boundless bliss.

If one can stay for longer in meditations, one can be a Buddha. There is a Zen Story. A student of Zen went to his meditation teacher and said, “Meditation is so difficult; I feel distracted, my legs ache, and I scrumptiously fall asleep; this is unbearable!” “It will pass,” said the master. A week later, the student came back to the master. “My meditation is wonderful! I feel aware, so peaceful, so alive! It’s just wonderful!’ “It will pass,” the master said. Meditate, stay