our failures only hide our real nature

Just as a fire is covered by smoke and a mirror is obscured by dust, just as the embryo rests deep within the womb, wisdom is hidden by selfish desire.”
Bhagavad Gita

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This verse is taken from the Bhagavad Gita, a short Sanskrit work of seven hundred verses that has fascinated and inspired mystics, physicists, psychologists, and philosophers of many countries for three thousand years. Set on a battlefield on the morning before a fierce battle, the Gita uses warfare as a metaphor for our personal struggle with the challenges of life.

The Gita’s message is simple but profound: our native state is freedom. What we want most from life is to be free of all the mental compulsions that keep us from living in peace with ourselves, with others, and with the environment. This desire for freedom is at the core of our personality, says the Gita, and our failings only hide our real nature like dust obscuring the face of a mirror.

~ Eknath Easwaran

http://www.easwaran.org/

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  1. russ hook

     /  January 30, 2013

    Our native state is equal to what we DO. Now go and CONsume a tortured, terrorized dead animal, and in the next breath expect life, and liberty for yourSELF!

    Reply
    • Here, here Russ – so right! You are a funny ol bean. You spit and curse and rant :-), like we all do at times. Many of your comments I just can’t approve. But then you come up with a good’n like this one. You have a lot of energy. I generally think your intent is good, which is what matters.

      Yes, this is what many of the true spiritual scriptures tell us. All animals are sentient beings. What right have to harm them(?)

      Thank you for contributing.

      Reply
  2. KPRyan

     /  January 30, 2013

    Yes, personal freedom. I’m reminded, Digger, of a song I love. It’s a Ewan MacColl song called The Travelling People. Lyrics follow as well as a link to a version by the finest lyricist of the 20th century, Shane MacGowan, and his great band, the Pogues:

    The Travelling People:

    I’m a freeborn man of the travelling people
    Got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
    Country lanes and bye ways were always my ways
    I never fancied being lumbered

    Well we knew the woods and all the resting places
    The small birds sang when winter time was over
    Then we’d pack our load and be on the road
    They were good old times for the rover

    In the open ground where a man could linger
    Stay a week or two for time was not your master
    Then away you’d jog with your horse and dog
    Nice and easy no need to go faster

    And sometimes you’d meet up with other travellers
    Hear the news or else swop family information
    At the country fairs we’d be meeting there
    All the people of the travelling nation

    I’ve made willow creels and the heather besoms
    And I’ve even done some begging and some hawkin’
    And I’ve lain there spent rapped up in my tent
    And I’ve listened to the old folks talking

    All you freeborn men of the travelling people
    Every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover
    Winds of change are blowing old ways are going
    Your travelling days will soon be over

    I’m a freeborn man of the travelling people
    Got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
    Country lanes and bye ways were always my ways
    I never fancied being lumbered

    And,

    MacColl’s ‘The 30 Foot Trailer’ with a link to the man who possessed the greatest voice in the history of Western Music; Luke Kelly’s version of the song to follow:

    The old ways are changing you cannot deny
    The day of the traveler is over
    There’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere to bide
    So farewell to the life of the rover

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    Farewell to the cant and the Romany tongue
    Farewell to the Romany talking
    The buying and the selling, the old fortune telling
    The knock on the door and the hawking

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    Farewell to the besoms of heather and bloom
    Farewell to the creels and the basket
    The folks of today they would far sooner pay
    For a thing that’s been made out of plastic

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    The old ways are passing and soon will be gone
    For progress is aye a big factor
    It’s sent to afflict us and when they evict us
    They’ll tow us away with a tractor

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    Farewell to the pony, the cob and the mare
    The reins and the harness are idle
    You don’t need a strap when you’re breaking up scrap
    So farewell to the bit and the bridle

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    Farewell to the fields where we’ve sweated and toiled
    At pullin’ and crownin’ and liftin’
    They’ll soon have machines and the traveling queens
    And their menfolk had better be shiftin’

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    You’ve got to move fast to keep up with the times
    For these days a man cannot dander
    There’s a bylaw to say you must be on your way
    And another to say you can’t wander

    Goodbye to the tent and the old caravan
    To the tinker, the gypsy, the traveling man
    And goodbye to the thirty foot trailer

    It is somewhat ironic as I’ve not listened to this music in a few years… but in the last week or so I burned these tunes and a number of other Irish songs to disc. I’m not ashamed these and the rest brought tears to my eyes more than once.

    I find it horrifying that (in the US at least) we as a people are consistantly told we are ‘free’ when in truth we’re shackled hand and foot. As Kelly sings above, ‘There’s a bylaw to say you must be on your way and another to say you can’t wander’.

    But people now believe freedom is equated with being able to choose between 4 or 5 different brands of bluejeans. Or an Apple or a Microsoft. Or HBO or Showtime. Or Republican or Democrat.

    The dominant ‘culture’ in the US absolutely eviscerates freewill. Most of us can’t even honestly define our personal freewill’s yearning. And that’s horrible.
    But that people no longer have the reason and fortitude that demands they self-assess and then and scratch and claw to live their freewill; even for a brief period? That’s heart-wrenchingly painful and oh so depressing….

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