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 Bhakti Theology Song 1405

1405 Fullness

 

One should understand that

Becoming complete

Is almost

Impossible for one

 

Also one should

Understand that

Becoming complete

Is also an impossible task

 

To live safely

A small cage

Is enough

For the bird

 

To soar high

By spreading its wing

It also needs

A wide sky

 

Thinking that

What one has achieve is enough

And try to see

Fullness only in it

 

It will become

Like a

Stagnant

water

 

If the river

Roaring and flowing

If finally

Mingles with see

 

Though it might

Loss its nature

The river will

Find fullness there

 

Leaving that

If it remains stagnant

One day

It will also dry up

 

We should strive

Each day

To achieve that

Fullness in us

 

Not allowing

Any stagnant to come

We should

Continue to run

 

In this life

That God has given

Forgetting to

Do that

 

If we cling

To this life

Thinking that

This is enough

 

Like the bird

That has lost

The wider world

To fly

 

Living like a

Bird in a cage

We also should

Perish in a cage

 

Gurukulam, 15-07-2022, 5.45 p.m.

After reading the following thoughts by Tagore I wrote this poem:

 

      That we cannot absolutely possess the infinite being is not a mere intellectual proposition. It has to be experienced, and this experience is bliss.  The bird, while taking its flight in the sky, experiences bird, while taking its flight in the sky, experiences at every beat of its wings that the sky is boundless, that its wings can never carry it beyond.  Therein lies its joy.  In the cage the sky is limited; it may be quite enough for all the purposes of the bird’s life, only it is not more than is necessary. The bird cannot rejoice within the limits of the necessary. It must feel that what it has is immeasurably more than it ever can want or comprehend, and then only can it be glad.

      Thus our soul must soar in the infinite, and she must feel every moment that in the sense of not being able to come to the end of her attainment is her supreme joy, her final freedom. (p.152)

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      Man is not complete; he is yet to be. In what he is he is small, and if we could conceive him stopping there for eternity we should have an idea of the most awful hell that man can imagine. In his to be he is infinite, there is his heaven, his deliverance. His is occupied every moment with what it can get and have done with; his to be is hungering for something which is more than can be got, which he never can lose because he never has possessed.— Rabindranath Tagore, Sadhana: The Realisation of Life, Macmillan And Co;, London, Indian edition, 1930, pp. 152-153