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We believe that children are ignorant and they do not understand bigger things in life. They are not worried about money, health or anything. But you know children are very near to God. They are not worried about anything and God looks after them. Think of those ignorant birds, animals etc. Who feeds them ?, who looks after them ?. Can we ever be like children? Can we remove those cobwebs of delirious thoughts?, Can we be what we really are, removing all those skins we carry?. The problem is that we are not what we should have been. We cannot be as simple as children. If you want to talk to God, just be as simple and as innocent as a child, and he will listen to you. We consider ourselves more intelligent than God that is the reason we think. He is our creator, we have not created God. So let him decide for you. Have faith in supreme power and you will never be depressed in your life ever again.

An uncle of mine who was the director of one of the most premier museums of Jaipur once gave me a brilliant idea of how to say no to somebody. When he was the director of City palace, then some channel people (star and sony) were after him to set up a station tower at dilapidated tower near Nahargarh. He knew that this might turn into a disaster as the tower would not be able to bear it for too long. He also knew that being influential, these channel people will get permissions from higher authorities. So instead of saying no, he told them to set up the tower, but he also told them to pay a daily rental the amount of which was exorbitant from any limits. You can guess what happened, they turned down their wish themselves. This was a brilliant way of saying no with a yes. When you want to say “NO”, do not say no. Just say yes with a hidden no.

A person may appear a fool and yet not be one. He may only be guarding his wisdom carefully.

Modesty is the foundation of all virtues. Let your neighbours discover you before you make yourself known to them.

This joy, gladness, is not happiness that depends on our circumstances and our moods; which has to do with our emotions or station in life. This joy is something that is constant; it is from within us because He lives within. One can have the same joy in terrible circumstance that they would have when all is well, the same attitude of being on the mountain top when they are in the valley.

There is a great secret regarding the manifestation of dreams. It is not related to wealth, place or environment. It is devoid of any such things. Anybody, at any place in the world can do it and be happy. You know when we think about something, we actually set creative energies to work for us. Yes we cannot produce things within minutes but it happens. For example, if we think about a Christmas tree or a rose plant then it will not grow within minutes, but the creative energies will force different type of people involved in the process to come to us to sell us a sapling of the same. It is a definitive pattern set in motion by our thinking process. It appears as magical but it is actually very scientific. So nothing in this world is impossible, we need to put our positive attitude and intensity of thoughts. We need to work upon the same and start doing things that can lead us to realize our dreams. This way we can achieve anything. I know, it will definitely take time, but it will eventually happen as well.

A Psalm of Dedication
(In memory of the Christmas in Montreal, 1952)
Who are Thou, Magnum Marvel
Hanging in the cross-bar of cruelty?
Veneration to Thee!
Does the soul of Eternal Pathos-Stalled
in the body of man
Role Defiance to Death?
A man never Thou art.
The petty strip of a loin-cloth
shies to bring Thy body bare to all eyes
But is forced to slip off Thy slim waist;
Thy arms wide apart,
Thy bellowing feet locked together,
For Thy palm and Thy soles to get
Teethed in canine hooks.
Thy sores drain Thy red hot blood.
And, what eyes are Thine!
Wide and Large azure pools,
Half-lid but flowing
The tears of mercy sublime
That roll down Thy sturdy cheeks
To mix up with Thy blood
And drench the arid bosom of Earth-with
the elixir of graceful piety.
And, here Thou art lofty- alone
Ignoring ignorance of Soul.
Thy golden curly locks
Spray the Spree of love sincere;
The crown of thorn about Thy head-Meant
to mean the message of Envy-Beams
luster of halo to clouds
As also to gloom and the glum;
And Thou stickest fast
As the scare-craft of Sin and the Devil.
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Memory hits at the glimpses old.
I get to have seen Thee before-sometime
and somewhere else.
Pray wait till I may gather up.
Well perhaps Thou are the One
That on the beginning of the world
Cupped Thy palm to hold all the venom
And drenched Thy throat blue
To deliver the gods in heaven
As also all the beings of earth
Against the puff of poison.
It is Thine to keep everything
And every being playing pure-Pure
in form and in spirit.
Certainly yes I cognize Thee.
Thou art Civa the Benevolence.
And,Did I not meet Thee once more yet
on the foot of a mighty oak
In the dense of a wood-Land hilly?
can it be a miss? Oh no.
These broad and big eyes
Shedding compassion of love
For all beings pining in penance
This pose of unstirring fortitude
of forbearing Forgiveness,
This untold agony of loving sacrifice
These cherry lips inviting
A thousand kisses of gratitude
And still tending a resolute vow-All
these were then and there-in.
There Thou satest stalled
To a humble seat of dried stalk,
As fixed as a doll divine,
And Thy lips muttering a stout oath—
I don’t fail to recollect it-This
sitting be mine Last
To soak me dry if
Knowledge unbound fling not its door
Open unto me and let me find
The means to free the soul
out of all coverings and bondage
Those eyes like the brightest stars
Glowed in the wild forlorn
Becoming the go to pilgrims fair.
Nothing can con nor whiff my ken
to find in Thee that one indeed-Buddha
Idol of Love Enlightened
☯☯☯
It’s all the grace of Thy blessings
That my memory blooms to brighten
Thy vision in full splendor of glory.
I met Thee, to be sure,
Amidst the havoc of bloody Kuruxetra.
Hero of all heroes, Thou wert
In the driver’s box of a chariot-The
chariot of mighty Arjuna
Drawn by four stallions white,
All brave, bold and proud-To
drive Thy faithful through the killing spree
To Eternal Security.
The reins of the shooting chargers
Were in Thy fists fixed;
Sanguinity roared and danced
Before Thy graceful eyes
But could by no means disturb
Thy serene, care-free comfort;
The same unbridled locks
Dangled in the wind by Thy shoulders;
The same rosy resolute lips bore
The assurance of faith unvexed.
And how much blood Thou hadest
The selfish monsters to shed to turn
The yellow sandy breast of Kuruxetra
Into a wild stretch of a ruddy mud!
The pangs of the dying ones,
The tears of widows and mothers,
The loud roars of enmity
The deep sighs of the destitute
And all these violence
Thou hadst to nook in Thy breast.
Was that, the task, too much for Thee
And, is it why Thou shiftest Thyself
To this far and far distance,
To ride the cross, and
To drain Thy noble blood in drops
In atonement for what Thou hadst to course?
Thou winst Thy Self
And dost wean the children of God
To savour truth, purity and faith.
Certainly Yes, O Magnum Marvel,
Thou art He that buggied Arjuna,
Thy brother and Thy Lamb as well,
From the foul hell to Proud Paradise
Ah! Thy Supreme Holy Excellency!
Eternal Existence
Paramount Life-Intelligence-Bliss!
Amalgam of total Beauty- Harmony- Music!
Thou art Sole Energy to spring motion forth.
And Nature is Thy modus operandi.
Salutations to Thee.
Blow the blind off the sockets of sight
And jut Thy revelation
more solemn and profound.
I, the most petty and low of Thy Lambs
Beg to pray for riddance
From the dismal abyss of falsehood—
Boastful and selfish Ignorance.
Holdst me up.
Heedest my passion’s groan,
Bathest me in faith divine
Brushest all scars of violation off
With Thy breath and Thy glance.
And foundst in my heart my soul
Long forgotten to feel.
Be it Thou pleasure to accept
– My ovation to Civa in Thee
– My tributes to Buddha in Thee
– My homage to Krishna in Thee
And be it Thy kindness superb
To turn this dolt in me
Into a fair forehead Arya,
The holy and ever
progressive friar
To the goal of selfimmolationClear, complete and perfectAgainst the slips of whom
Fore-and-aft standst Thou
Ever and for-ever.
Bhikshu Suddev
May 20, 1994; Shankar Math
Uttarkashi, India

Even if we are the best artist in the world, or the best photographer or the best singer. We cannot replicate something as easy as a natural colour. We cannot imitate the sounds produced by nature even if we have the finest and most melodious voice in the world. The creation of God is so unique to its nature that it can never be replicated or produced. I try my best to take good photographs but even after the best shot, my photos and their colour are actually different from the original. No it is not technical, the play of lights and their mixing with the natural colours is very complicated and so unique that I cannot imitate them. We are no match to the creations of the supreme soul and still there are people who consider them almost equal to God. False ego about position,power and money create mere illusions. We are still unable to create even the simplest of the things created by him.

Our beliefs and thinking pattern sometimes carve a real world out of the same. I visited the famous Vaishno devi shrine a few days back and it is the coldest part of the year over there. A freezing minus five near the cave and I really wished that everybody should have a safe travel. My younger baby is just four years and during a piercing sunny day in Jaipur, I wished that I could have the same across the 13 Km stretch uphill. My wish was granted by mother divine and I got one of the finest darshan of the cave. We were allowed through the old cave and the priest held my kid up in his arms. He gave her almonds and flowers from the front of the pindis. The whole path was lit by good sunshine and we hardly faced any problem. I also wished that I could have an easy darshan and this wish was also looked after very well. I waited there for two three minutes and darshan was done at 3:30 am in the morning hours. We were given entrance despite of the fact that it as 165 lot waiting for the darshan. I believe that God always listen to us if we just wish it through our heart.

Yesterday, a client of mine who owns many institutions and premier properties in the nearest location took a very important decision. I always told him to empty his pockets if he wants to have a peaceful life, but this was not easy. Most people prefer clinging onto things they have earned in their life. He decided to sell of everything and do something positive in life. He always wanted to live his life but cannot do so because of pressures accumulated over time. Now he wants to do things he always wanted to do. He is not becoming a monk, but he is just trying to relive those moments he has lost in money making. He wants to do something really positive with his money. He is not old so he has really taken that decision on time. I think, one should really learn from this person. He owns a business empire in town and this was not an easy decision. So I really admire his courage and his strength.

Yesterday one of my clients asked me a very serious question which set me thinking about God. She told me that why should she got to a temple or a prayer place when she is pure by heart. It was a serious question. She asked me that why do we need God if we are pure from inside. I always tell my clients, a place of worship is a charging point and you cannot charge yourself just by sitting at a place. It is like a mobile which needs a charging point to get charged. So is the case with humans. We as humans get affected by vices, vibrations and vibes. No matter how pure we are, we will be affected by surrounding environments and behaviour of different people. We do not seek God, because we need something like money or something ( though most of people seek him for career, relations or money) , we also seek him for power, protection and peace. We seek him so that we could remain in utmost purity and sanctity. We seek him for peace of mind and we seek him to give us power so that we do not get affected by other people and negative vibes. These are things which require regular input and cannot be updated by just living a simple life. We are living amongst the humans and we are not living in isolation. We as humans need power to regularly get charge. The places of worship are not the only thing which give us that power, meditation also improves our power status.

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation.
Maya Angelou