Happy Sermons
Obeisance
I bow to the all knowing Lord,
By total extinction of all flaws,
Who shone forth into purest glow,
And paved for all, salvation path.
God and Self
God is self and self is God,
Both are one like ore and Gold
The difference lies in their modes,
The pure is one, the other is impure.
As ore transform into gold,
When released from foreign things,
So self does evolve into God,
When released from matter’s strings.
Self is gripped by foreign matter,
When tinged with egotistic trends,
And gets relieved from its meshes,
When filled with vision of cosmic rhythm.
To fill the self with cosmic rhythm,
It needs a change of inner heart,
Such as to shine coal in jewel,
It needs a change in atomic form.
With broader outlook of the life,
Greater and greater grows the soul,
When all is compassed by the self
It one and one becomes with God.
Path of Peace and Piety
It becomes a traveler in the summer,
When trending towards the sweet home
To follow a safe straightened path,
Covered by cool shade of groves.
Similar in the walks of life,
Moving towards the goal of truth,
It behaves a man to firmly stick,
To path of peace and good conduct.
The path of peace is double good,
It comforts here and onward,
Through lovely vistas of heavens,
Leads to the goal of eternal bliss.
While the unruly ways of life,
Denying equal rights to all,
Are ever a menace to this life,
And onward lead to hellish broil.
It does not matter for a man,
To carry weight to half a mile,
Who’s fit, strong and ever used,
To carry weight to many miles.
So far a path of peace and good,
Which leads to goal of eternal bliss,
It is not hard to reach a heaven
A half way house on the trip.
Heaven, place of song full plays,
Free from worldly foes and fears,
Is not the abiding goal of life,
But halting place in march of life.
Philosophy of Pain and Pleasure
Pleasures, pains of earthly beings,
Are mere self’s imagery things,
They exist no-where but in-mind,
Engendered by fantastic whims.
No outer things are good or bad,
They so become by likes dislikes,
A food one is not for all,
It is a well-known fact of life.
So all the mates of worldly play,
Which look so delightful and so gay,
Become how hideous, out of tune,
When one is filled with grief and gloom.
Ignorance, the cause of all Ills
Being all engrossed in Ignorance,
Like drunkards under cover of drugs,
Worldly beings have lost their sense,
Of looking things in true colors.
It is all due to ignorance,
That things all distinct and aloof,
Like spouse, children,, body, wealth,
Are all viewed as parts of self.
If seen with clear crystal vision,
Free whims of likes, dislikes,
No more related to us they are,
Than forest trees are to birds.
They flying come from distant lands,
Settle on trees for the night,
And take to wings for quarters new,
When morning comes from feast of light.
As digger lowers the spade from high,
The digger too is lowered by spade,
Who lowers others by aggression,
Is surely lowered by the same
This Law of action and reaction.
Though patient in the realm of life,
But strange it is they fly in passion.
When paid are in their own coin.
For false whims of likes, dislikes,
Born of the egotistic trends,
Self is dipped from eternal time,
In deep waters of births and deaths.
Worldly Life is a Chain of Pains
The worldly life is set on frame,
Ever on move like waterwheel,
Full of turns of ills and pains,
With little rest from cares and needs.
Wealth is no remedy for worldly ills.
Wealth hard to earn, and retain,
Unstable most, and most unsafe,
One is never safe and sound with it,
As fever patient with use of ghee.
A rich man like the common folk,
Infested though with diverse woes,
Yet being filled with self conceit,
He thinks himself immortal being.
Like fools taking perch on the tree,
In the midst of forest fire,
He does not look to roaring flames,
Engulfing him like other beings.
With passage of the fleeting time,
Near and near man drews to end,
But how strong is the lust of pelf,
He looks to wealth and not to end.
A poor man wanting heaps of wealth,
To give them off in public alms,
Is like a fool who puts on mud,
To wash it off with holy bath.
The lustful pleasure of the world,
No sure-hand-maids of the wealth,
They while departing leave behind,
Grief and sorrow for the mind.
Nor body is the end of life,
It is too frail and short in time
One need not for its sustenance,
Use vile means to heap up wealth.
Made of bones and loathsome flesh,
Offensive filth and nasty germs,
It is too hideous and impure,
To turn sacred with wealthy hoard.
What doth add to vigor of flesh,
Doth verily sap the vigor of soul.
And what doth add to wealth of soul,
Doth verily end the needs of flesh.
As wealth increases greed of flesh,
It verily saps the life of self,
Of what use is the gain of wealth,
Which makes you lose divine self.
Concentrated thought is the only remedy.
Everything can be had in life,
By force of concentrated thought,
Both the precious and the worthless,
Philosopher’s gem, or piece of stone.
It is to be settled by the wise,
Which of the two is worth attempt,
The divine self of eternal bliss,
Or mortal life of flith and ills.
Self is the only Thing Worth Realization.
The self en-framed by body though,
Is embodiment of the perfect light,
Shinning all, beyond and near,
Visible, pure and crystal, clear.
Excellent bliss the sublime peace,
Free from time,unbound by space,
Infinite, nearest, beyond the beyond,
Undying, eternal, ever living.
The final truth, the perfect whole,
The end of ends, the goal of goals,
The aim, the light and the way,
It is the thing to get realized.
Path of Self Realization.
To know, ralise the boundless soul,
Let outward senses be controlled,
Give urges their an inner trend,
To seek with in the joyful ends.
Achieve all this with firm resolve,
Of mind kept in a balaced poise,
Then drawing yourself within the self,
Meditate on self in steady pose.
The senses and their objects are,
Made of dull, rash, callous matter,
Whoever follows their foot prints,
Is sure to fall in painful pits.
But if the voice of enlightened self,
Is heard grasped and put to work,
One who makes a gain of spiritual power,
And enjoys the fruits of peace and joy.
Whatever is inherent in a seed,
Is sure to grow up in the field,
So ignorance gropes in darker zones,
And light leads to cherished home.
Superiority of a Devotee
A devotee of a enlightened self,
Conquers all the pains of the flesh,
He lets not in the vicious trends,
And uproots what are seated deep.
When subject object are distinct
Separation surely serves their link,
It does not touch devotee’s lot,
He is both the seeker and the sought.
While one who clings to earthly things,
And claims the same as his own,
He mourns and groans with sorrow’s pangs,
Deserted when he is left alone.
The Unreality of Worldly Life
Self is self and matter is matter,
The twain can never meet in one
Their union rests on ego’s whims,
Baseless, flinsy and unreal.
When one is free from ego’s whim’s,
Free he is from matter too,
So one should make his best efforts
To free himself from ego’s rule.
The Path of Victory
In all hours of day and night,
Sitting, walking or sleeping,
To conquer the evil of egotism,
Think meditate and ever feel.
“Bereft of all the physical ties,
I am one, alone, and free,
Untinged by passions and emotions,
Peace and purity reign in me”.
A seer, a master seer of things,
I stand above, aloof from seen,
Unbound by egotistic whims,
I compass all of them in peace.
All the things of the outer world,
Inherited and acquired by us,
Are wholly separate and others,
There is no love lost between us.
The Unholy Union
Union of self with physical things,
Is perennial source of pains and ills,
With all thy force of thought, word, deed,
Give up thy greed for outer things.
The Divinity of Self
To arise above the earthly woes,
Should never lose the sight of soul,
O ! feel and feel the warm delight;
In divine dignity of the soul.
I am not the death, nor disease,
Neither young, adult, nor old,
All these things belong to flesh,
Nothing is there to fear and mourn.
I am, I was; shall ever be,
This is the basic truth of life,
In all the quests of the charmful bliss,
I am the architect of plights.
“Powerful with my aspirations,
Resourceful with imaginations,
Blissful with glorious hopes,
I tread my way through thick and thin”.
Futility of Worldly Quest
Enhanced by the charms of dust,
Again and again I turned to it,
Filled, refilled in all its forms,
Put all its poses and its tints.
Moved up and down in in varied ways,
In various climes, in various places,
Lived in heaven, hellish zones,
But none gave the cherished goal.
Ages have past and eras rolled,
Still no rest from outer quests,
Now let me turn to inner self,
For tried old things, no use of quest.‘
The Struggle of Life
The great struggle of worldly life,
Against pain, wants and ignorance,
I struggle against the physical bonds,
Forged by foolish whims of self.
Self and matter both are real,
But differ in roles of cosmic plan,
The one is subject, object other,
To cast informs the inner dreams.
The self is whole of space and time.
Of charms, of beauty, joy and light,
While matter is dark, dull, decaying,
Ever on move for new combines.
Though highest charming truth is self,
But self through his ignorance,
Entangled in the outer meshes,
Confuses matter with his self.
Thus there sets a servant’s rule,
Matter assumes the master’s role,
But self being the motive force,
It ever asserts the will of soul.
As both belong to distinct realms,
They ever differ in their trends,
The self is astir for the whole,
The matter tends to dingy cells.
Life is thus an eternal struggle,
To evolve freedom from the bonds,
Life from death, the light from dark,
Purge from vice, peace from woes.
Appeal to Self
O Self ! awake, how long will thou,
Serve dictates of alien rule,
And feel proud with names and forms,
Like a fool who works as tool.
Delay not throw the foreign yoke,
And busy thyself with own welfare,
Rule thyself with thy own self,
For self rule is the best for self.
Master’s Role in Spiritual Culture
The eternal bliss reveals on him,
Who discerns self from motely heap,
To equip thee with discerning sense,
Practise to sit at master’s feet.
Master is graet beacon light,
Showing the various paths of life,
But helping only those ship~wrecked,
Who themselves feel inclined to right.
Self is his own Guide.
Self alone has urge for truth,
Animated with his lovely visions,
And makes quests in diverse fields,
Propelled by his own missions.
As ether in the realm of matter,
Helps only those prone to move,
So all the teachers and scriptures,
Only help right-minded souls.
They neither bestow any wisdom,
On perverse, niggards, and fools,
Nor they extract any knowledge,
From the high enlightened souls.
Self alone is foe and friend,
He has all the keys of betterment,
So one should look to one’s own self,
For all his failures and success.
The Essential Requisites of a devotee
Who has a calm and content mind.
Who loves to live a lonely life,
Is eager most for lasting truth,
Is devotee best of life divine.
Life Features of a Yogi
The more he reveals the truth of life,
The higher he soars from lustful world.
The higher he soars from lustful world.
The more he reveals the truth of life
Enriched with his spiritual sight,
He looks on world as game of tricks,
He ever yearns for glorious self,
And feels annoyed with earthly things.
He loves to live in lonely place,
Away from mart, away from fame,
Speaks some times for personal need,
Yet soon forgets of what he speaks.
He is fast fixed within his self,
Talking though, he does not talk,
Looking though, he does not look,
Walking though he does not walk.
In ecstasy, self centered he,
The world of senses does not heed,
Self alone in cosmic rhythm,
Shines to him as holy film.
Yogi Enjoys a free Life
Where settles one with love and ease,
There he yearns to live in peace,
And where one gets his hearts’s content.
He makes that place as permanent.
So devotee is often lost in self,
Charmed with inner bliss and glow,
He shuns the false, and loves the truth,
He lives within, discards the show.
He is ever filled with self content,
His mind does not roam abroad,
His senses too get drawn within,
He is not aware of outer things.
When no sensation comes within,
Desires cease to drag abroad,
Mind filled with charms divine,
He gets free from worldly bonds.
Self Culture is the best Culture
Alien, after all an alien,
Is ever a source of ills and pains,
Self, being after all one’s self,
Is ever a source of joy and gain.
Sages are over on their guard,
Not to yield to alien matter,
They rather use its energies,
To get relief of physical needs.
The fools who ever take delight,
In claiming matter as their self,
Are ever, dragged as prisoners war,
Through endless gates of births and deaths.
The ascetics with a content mind,
Take their boats off noisy coast,
And anchoring them in peaceful self,
Are filled with an immortal joy.
The fruits of actions piled within,
In forms of varied trends, instincts,
From long, long immemorial times,
Drive the self to sins and crimes.
But ascetics of the serene mind,
Are not touched by the instincts piled.
They turn them into heap of ashes,
By flash of concentrated light.
Summum Bonum of Life
The glorious luster, free from bonds,
With perfect beauty, peace and joy,
Permeating all, compassing all,
Forms the essence of divine soul.
This the thing to be seen and asked
This is the thing to be ever yearned
There is nothing greater, more sublime,
This is the highest truth of life.
Brief Story of Truth
Self is self, and matter is matter,
The twain can never meet in one,
Their visible union is unreal,
A work of foolish whims of self.
Egotism is the greatest devil,
Which robs divinity of the self,
Confines its vast glorious heights,
Into dark nasty physical cells.
To curb the sin of egotism,
Life should be made to ever grow,
From low to high, from dark to light,
From self-conceit to love of all.
This is in brief the story of truth,
Conveyed to us by sages of yore,
So let us take this truth to heart,
And make our lives free and vast.
Blessings
Living at home, or in woods,
Who pays his heed to these sermons,
And with the help of knowledge gained,
Under all events keeps the same.
Mindless of honor and disgrace,
Follows the path of love and grace,
Is sure one day to attain the goal,
Of perfect and beauteous soul.
