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THANK YOU JI AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO JI.

Gurfateh

The Sprout of Doubt

It happened in the life of a great mystic, Eknath; A man used to come to him for years - must have been a man who had a great philosophical mind. He would ask Eknath again and again, 'I cannot believe that a man can be so innocent as you, so saintly, so holy. Sometimes great doubts arise in me - maybe you are holy only on the surface, maybe deep inside your mind you still desire things that we desire - you are still ambitious. Maybe your ambition is very subtle and we cannot see it...maybe deep down in your dreams you still commit sin. Help me to get rid of this doubt, because this has become a barrier between me and you'. Eknath would laugh and would never answer.
One day early in the morning the man came and said, 'I could not sleep all night. Now it's too much! - it's becoming a nightmare! Seeing you I see such beauty, such grace, that I cannot believe it is possible in a human body. Seeing you I believe God is, but the moment I go home doubt starts sprouting, 'How can it be? After all he is also made of body and mind. Maybe there is still some sexual desire hidden in his unconscious.'

That day Eknath did not laugh. On the contrary he looked very serious and sad. He said, 'Friend, today I have to impart something very essential, urgent, to you. Before I discuss your question I would like to say what I have to say to you, because I may forget. If I go on discussing with you I may not remember.'
The man said, 'What is it? What is that which is so urgent?'.
Eknath said, 'Just the other day by chance I looked at your left hand, and your life line is finished. Just a little fragment is left, seven days at the most. Today is Sunday - I don't think you will be able to survive until next Sunday. By next evening you will be gone. Now you can ask your question.'
The man stood up. He said, 'What question? I will come again.'
Eknath said, 'Wait! Why is there so much hurry? It's enough time - seven days.'
The man said, 'You say it is enough time - seven days? I can't waste it on stupid doubts! What am I to do with you? Whether you suffer from sexuality or sin, that is your business, I am going home!'. Eknath tried to hold him back but he escaped. He said, 'I have no time for philosophical matters any more!'.
He went home, he gathered his family, and he said, 'Only seven days are left and I am going to die. Tell all my friends and all my enemies to come - I would like to forgive and be forgiven. Only seven days are left, so what is the point of quarreling with people and fighting and competing? Finished, the game is finished!'.
He laid himself on the bed. He became so weak that he could not get up from the bed. He was fed on the bed and continuously he was chanting, 'Rama Rama Rama Rama', remembering God for the first time in his life. Every day he was asking, 'How many days are still left?'.
As the seventh day started coming closer and closer he became more and more oblivious of the world. He started looking at people indifferently, he started forgetting people, he stopped recognising his own wife and children!, his own father and mother!.
The seventh day came and he was crying and chanting the whole day, asking again and again, 'How far is the sunset? - because Eknath had said, 'The moment the sun sets you are finished!' Exactly at sunset I am going to die!'.
The sun was coming closer and closer to the western horizon. Just a few minutes more...and Eknath arrived. The whole family started crying and weeping. Eknath said, 'Wait, let me see the person!'.
Eknath went to him, and shook him. It was very difficult for the man to recognise even Eknath - and he used to call him his Guru. For at least twenty years he had been sitting in communion with him - and he could not recognise him!.
Eknath said, 'Can't you recognise me? I am Eknath, your master!'. Then a little recognition arose and he said, 'Yes, vaguely. I am in a very cloudy state. How far is the sun from the western horizon?'. Eknath said, 'Forget all this nonsense! I have come to ask you one question: in these seven days what was going on inside you? I have come to ask that question.'
The man said, 'I am dying and you are talking philosophy! Death was so close to me that I could only remember God. I don't remember even for single moment that sex was there, greed was there, enmity was there, anger was there. No, they had all disappeared'.
Eknath said, 'You are not going to die - get up! This was just an answer to your question. The day I became aware that death IS, since that day my inner being has changed. How does it matter whether death is to come in seven days or seventy years? Once you become aware that this life is going to slip out of your hands, it has already slipped! Then you have to prepare for the other shore, then you have to prepare for something beyond'.

O man! Come to the care of the Lord Supreme.
Why snooze in the sleep of worldly attachments?
When would you wake up from this dream?
You give sermons to all and sundry,
But yourself you don't heed a bit.
You are amassing wickedness around,
When gloating in the evil would you quit? (1)
Your present karma are virtually suspect,
You must cultivate Dharma within.
Meditate more and more on the Lord
Which obtains you freedom from sin. (2)
- Shabd Hazare, Ramkali X by Guru Gobind Singh

In my search for secret of life, I ended with atoms and electrons, which have no life at all. Somewhere along the line, life has run out through my fingers.
- Noble laureate Albert SzentGyorgi

Gurfateh
 

ghaint veer ji. att aa :happy:

Guru ji returns after twelve years

After twelve years of his journeys, Guru Nanak Dev ji decided to go to his own village, 'Talwandi' for some days. Guru ji did not entered into the village. There was a well near to 'Talwandi'. Guru ji sat there.

Mardana ji said, "Guru ji, allow me to see my family. I want to see whether all of them are alive or not. I could not see my family for twelve years.

Guru ji smiled and said, "Do not worried about them. They all are happy. Go and see your family by yourself.

Mardana went to his house and met to his family. All people of the village showed respect towards Bhai Mardana, because he was companion of Guru ji. People were saying that Mardana was the shadow of Guru Nanak, so everyone should show respect for him. When mother of Guru Nanak Dev ji, Mother Tripta ji, saw Mardana ji, she started to shed tears. She wanted to know about her only son.

She rushed to the well, where the holy soul, Guru Nanak Dev ji, was sitting. Guru ji saw his mother from a distance. He got up and put steps towards her.

It was very precious day for an old and weak woman. She would be able to see his only son after long twelve years of waiting. He was the holy soul. He was Guru of the world. He was an ascetic. He was composer of holy songs. He was a singer of God. He was a great traveler. He was the savior. And, he was her son.

Guru ji saw her from a distance. She was coming. She was coming closer. She was coming closer to him. Weaken by old age, she was almost running. Guru ji could see her. She was not an ordinary woman. She was not just a mother. She gave birth to the savior. She was the woman, whose son was sent by God Himself. She was the woman, whose son changed the history of his country. Guru ji was seeing her coming closer to him. He got up. He did put steps towards her. A son met with a mother. Guru ji put his head on the feet of his mother.

What else could he do? It is impossible to describe about the relation of mother and son. It is our mother, who has brought us into this world. She has faced many problems for us. Can we pay her for her services? Can we make her happy by giving her just money? How can we show our love and respect towards her? By money? By words? By songs? No, No. This is not the way. We should show respect for her. But how? Just put your head in her feet. You are not degrading yourself. Hazrat Mohammed, Muslim prophet, had said that there is heaven under the feet of mother.

That was what Guru ji did. The mother embraced her son. She was weeping. How can anyone describe it? She could see her son after twelve years. She was shedding tears. Even other people got tears in their eyes, who were seeing this. The son was in the arms of his mother. She could not let her son go out of her arms. She touched his head again and again. Water was running through two rivers, rivers of two eyes of a mother.

"May I be sacrificed to you"! Mother Tripta ji said, "May I be sacrificed to your name, my son! May I be sacrificed to places you go to! You made me happy, as I could see you."

Now people could see tears in the eyes of Guru Nanak Dev ji too. There were the Holy tears in the eyes of my Holy Guru. May I be sacrificed to my Guru's tears!

When father Mehta Kaalu ji heard that his son had come back, he reached where Guru ji was sitting. Guru ji touched his feet. The father embraced his son. Now, it was father's turn to shed tears.

All sat there. Guru ji sang a 'Shabad', "Amli amal na ambarhai, machhchhi neer na hoi.
Jo rattey sah aapne, tin bhaavai sab koi.
Hau(n) vaaree vangaa(n), khaniyey vangaa(n), tau sahib ke naavai." (Guru Granth Sahib ji, Raag Vadahans, Mahla 1, p. 557)

"To the addict, there is nothing like the drug; to the fish, there is nothing else like water.
Those who are attuned to their Lord - everyone is pleasing to them."

"I am a sacrifice, cut apart into pieces, a sacrifice to Your Name, O Lord and Master."

"The Lord is the fruitful tree; His Name is nectar.
Those who drink it in are satisfied; I am a sacrifice to them."

"You are not visible to me, although You dwell with everyone.
How can the thirst of the thirsty be quenched, with that wall between the pond and me?"

"Nanak is Your merchant; You, O Lord and Master, are my capital.
My mind is cleared of doubt, when I praise You in prayer."

Mother Tripta ji said, "Son, I have brought some sweet for you. Please eat this."

"I have not desire to eat this", Guru ji replied, "as I am not hungry. I have already eaten to my satisfaction."

"What have you eaten?" Guru ji was asked.

Guru ji said, "Believing, all tastes are sweet.
Hearing, the salty flavors are tasted; chanting with one's mouth, the spicy flavors are savored.
All these spices have been made from the Sound current of the Naad.
The thirty-six flavors of ambrosial nectar are in the Love of the One Lord; only one who is blessed by His Glance of Grace tastes them."

"O Baba, the pleasures of other foods are false. Eating them, the body is ruined, and wickedness and corruption enter into the mind."
(Guru Granth Sahib Ji, Siri Raag, Mahla 1, p. 16)

Mother Tripta ji said, "My son, now you should not wear this ascetic's dress. Put on new clothes."

Guru ji replied, "My mind is imbued with the Lord's Love; it is dyed a deep crimson.
Truth and charity are my white clothes.
My wearing of blue clothes erases the blackness of sin, and meditation on the Lord's Lotus Feet is my robe of honor.
Contentment is my cummerbund; Your Name is my wealth and youth."

"O Baba, the pleasures of other clothes are false.
Wearing them, the body is ruined, and wickedness and corruption enter into the mind."
(Guru Granth Sahib Ji, Siri Raag, Mahla 1, p. 16)

"Let's go to our house", Kaalu ji said, "you have seen many places. Now, do not think to go elsewhere. I have a horse. Ride the horse and go to your home."

Guru ji replied, "The understanding of Your Way, Lord, is horses, saddles and bags of gold for me.
The pursuit of virtue is my bow and arrow, my quiver, sword and scabbard.
To be distinguished with honor is my drum and banner.
Your Mercy is my social status."

"O Baba, the pleasures of other rides are false.
By such rides, the body is ruined, and wickedness and corruption enter into the mind."
(Guru Granth Sahib Ji, Siri Raag, Mahla 1, p. 16)

Kaalu ji did not want to give up, so he said further, "We have constructed a new house. Let's go and see. You have your family. You must see your family. If you have to go for more journeys, you may go later."

Guru ji said, "The Naam, the Name of the Lord, is the pleasure of houses and mansions.
Your Glance of Grace is my family, Lord. The Hukam of Your Command is the pleasure of Your Will, Lord.
To say anything else is far beyond anyone's reach.
O Nanak, the True King does not seek advice from anyone else in His decisions."

"O Baba, the pleasure of other sleep is false.
By such sleep, the body is ruined, and wickedness and corruption enter into the mind."
(Guru Granth Sahib Ji, Siri Raag, Mahla 1, p. 16-17)

At last, on request of his mother and father, Guru Nanak Dev ji went to his house in the village.

-Amrit Pal Singh 'Amrit'
 

thank you ji  :happy: