This world of struggle
seems extremely painful
where pleasures and suffering
go hand in hand
What have we done
to deserve such a fate?
crawling through embers
for momentary joys
Those who do not
turn to seek an answer
are doomed to repeat
this existence again and again
this is the way
of this heartless universe
we were born in sin
and this life is the atonement
for that reason
believe in Someone
and Heaven you shall win
But I have heard
there were ancient sages
who sang for us some immortal verses
Hearing which will sooth our hearts
and give us strength to become free
those words are pure nectar
that liberate us from these mortal hearses
Hear ye, children of immortal bliss.
even ye that resides in Higher spheres!
I have found the Ancient One, blazing like the sun, beyond all darkness.
knowing Him alone you shall be saved from death over again.
Shrinwantu vishwe amritasya putra
ā ye dhāmāni divyāni tasthu
Vedām ayetām purusham mahantam
āditya varanam tamasā parasthāh
Tvameva vidhithva atimrityu meti,
nānyah pantha vidyathe ayanāya
NOTE: “Children of Immortal Bliss” is a phrase that Swami Vivekānanda used frequently, quoting from the Svétashwatara Upanishad. I wrote this poem, heavily inspired by that and the brilliant and illuminating lectures by Swami Sarvapriyānanda, a brilliant Swami of the Ramakrishna Order.
Here’s a section quoted from his World Parliament of Religions address in 1893.
Well, then, the human soul is eternal and immortal, perfect and infinite, and death means only a change of centre from one body to another. The present is determined by our past actions, and the future by the present. The soul will go on evolving up or reverting back from birth to birth and death to death. But here is another question: Is man a tiny boat in a tempest, raised one moment on the foamy crest of a billow and dashed down into a yawning chasm the next, rolling to and fro at the mercy of good and bad actions — a powerless, helpless wreck in an ever-raging, ever-rushing, uncompromising current of cause and effect; a little moth placed under the wheel of causation which rolls on crushing everything in its way and waits not for the widow’s tears or the orphan’s cry? The heart sinks at the idea, yet this is the law of Nature. Is there no hope? Is there no escape? — was the cry that went up from the bottom of the heart of despair. It reached the throne of mercy, and words of hope and consolation came down and inspired a Vedic sage, and he stood up before the world and in trumpet voice proclaimed the glad tidings: “Hear, ye children of immortal bliss! even ye that reside in higher spheres! I have found the Ancient One who is beyond all darkness, all delusion: knowing Him alone you shall be saved from death over again.” “Children of immortal bliss” — what a sweet, what a hopeful name! Allow me to call you, brethren, by that sweet name — heirs of immortal bliss — yea, the Hindu refuses to call you sinners. Ye are the Children of God, the sharers of immortal bliss, holy and perfect beings. Ye divinities on earth — sinners! It is a sin to call a man so; it is a standing libel on human nature. Come up, O lions, and shake off the delusion that you are sheep; you are souls immortal, spirits free, blest and eternal; ye are not matter, ye are not bodies; matter is your servant, not you the servant of matter.
More posts by this author:
- Light of Being
- The Path of Fire and Light Vol 1
- The Good, the Bad and The Self-Aware
- The world is like a city seen in a mirror
Dwai is an old soul. He likes to meditate, practice Taijiquan (Tai Chi), play music and write articles and blogs about all the topics that interest him.