| Once,
during a visit to Trivandrum, I was sitting on the beach. The
boundless sea, its majestic roaring and the evening hour quietened
my mind, and I sat still. My friend brought me some fruit to eat.
But at that time, even this sattvik, this innocent food, was
like poison to me. The roaring "Om," "Om"
of the sea reminded me of the phrase from the Gita: "maamanusmara
yuddhya cha," "Remember me and fight on." The sea
was constantly remembering and naming the Lord, and at the same time
doing its work.
A wave came forward and went back, and
then another. The sea had not a moment's rest. At sight of this, my
hunger and thirst disappeared. When you come to think of it, what is
there in the sea? If the sight of the salt sea waves rising and
falling could make my heart rejoice, how would I dance with joy when
the unfathomable ocean of my heart throws up waves of wisdom and
love! The waves of this ocean were beating in the heart of the Vedic
seer -
"antah samudre hridi antaraayushi
ghritasya dhaaraa obhichaakasiimi
samudraaduurmir madhumaan udaarat."
The commentators have found it difficult to
explain this divine language. What are these streams of ghee and
honey rising within the heart? Will waves of brine rise in the ocean
of my heart? No, no. In the ocean of my heart, waves of milk, honey,
ghee are beating. |
