Am sorry! I have been absent for a long time. May be this is the fourth time I am saying this that I am busy over deviantART but this year’s end and beginning of next is turning nasty. Well I have tests for my computer course and college exams. I need to score well since they will determine my career ahead.

I need to complete my syllabus and the time is too short.

In between I will try to comment over your works or post something new or edit the old writings. But yes am not leaving deviantART. I will be here.

Regards,

Debdatta

Till that enjoy two poems which belong to my folder of favorite poems….

IN MEMORY OF GOLDEN SUMMER HOURS
AND WHISPERS OF A SUMMER SEA
(From THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK)
By-
Lewis Carol
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.

Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if you list, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!

Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!

Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days--
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze!

He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
By-
Robert Brooke

I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over,
But if to praise or blame you, cannot say.
For, who decries the loved, decries the lover;
Yet what man lauds the thing he's thrown away?

Be you, in truth, this dull, slight, cloudy naught,
The more fool I, so great a fool to adore;
But if you're that high goddess once I thought,
The more your godhead is, I lose the more.

Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever!
Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you!
Most fair, -- the blind has lost your face for ever!
Most foul, -- how could I see you while I kissed you?

So . . . the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you,
For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.

I have been ill for few days. So I couldnt reply the comments I got recently. Am bit tired and frustrated over many things. Am on the verge of insanity... Not on verge... I am insane... Never mind..

I will try to reply all the comments and give comments over your deviations as soon as possible. Presently am suffering from fever so forgive me for any possible mistakes.

Hope to post something new as well. It seems long I have posted anything new.

Love you all,

Regards,

Debdatta

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----------------------About Rinzai-----------------------

Rinzai became known as the master of shouts. On one occasion a monk asked, “What about the cardinal principle of the Buddha-dharma?’
Rinzai shouted-the monk bowed.
“Do you that’s a good shout?” Rinzai asked.
The monk commented: “The thief in the grass has met complete defeat.”
“What is my offence?” Rinzai asked.
The monk replied, “It wont be pardoned a second time.”
Rinzai gave another shout.

Confused????

Rinzai, also known as Lin-Chi, was born in the early ninth century. He became the founder of one of the most significant schools of Zen.

He once said-

What is the truth? The truth is the reality of mind. The reality of mind is formless and pervades the ten directions. It is being used presently, right before your eyes, yet people do not trust it sufficiently, so they accept terms and expressions, seeking to assess Buddhism conceptually in the written word. They are as far away as the sky is from earth.

He became known as master of the shouts. In Zen various ways have been developed for meditation pertaining to silence. But Rinzai used shouts as a method to silence you- a sudden shout. Your mind gets a shock, almost an electric shock. For a moment the mind stops, time stops-and that is the whole secret of meditation. His shouts would make you leave the circumference and enter the centre.

The anecdote…

Rinzai became known as the master of shouts. On one occasion a monk asked, “What about the cardinal principle of the Buddha-dharma?’
Now he was asking something important. What is the cardinal principle of the religion of Buddha?
Rinzai shouted-the monk bowed.
“Do you that’s a good shout?” Rinzai asked.
The monk commented: “The thief in the grass has met complete defeat.”
“What is my offence?” Rinzai asked.
The monk replied, “It wont be pardoned a second time.”
Rinzai gave another shout.

The first shout of Rizai was perfectly good. The monk bowed down because he felf relief by moving from the circumference to the centre. But Rinzai was a little suspicious. Because everything in this world becomes traditional, Rinzai will shout and you have to bow. This is very unfortunate. Everything becomes a habit, a ritual, a tradition, and loses all meaning. Now his bowing may be just mannerism. That’s why Rinzai asked, “Do you say that’s a good shout?”
The man commented: “The thief in the grass has met complete defeat.”
The monk is saying, “You have been found being unsuccessful. Your shout missed.”
He is not saying that shouting at him a second time will be pardoned; he is saying, “Your being a failure will not be pardoned.”
Rinzai gave a shout-and the anecdote ends suddenly. After the shout there is silence. The second shout succeeded.

-----------------------------About Nagarjuna----------------

Nagarjuna, the great follower of Buddha, is the greatest logician that has walked on the earth. But he used to live naked-a beautiful man-and even king and queens were disciples to him. In certain capital the queen was his disciple. She asked his begging bowl as a favor. Then made him promise that he wont reject the bowl she made herself. It was made of solid gold and studded with diamonds.
He only kept it because he had promised. A thief was watching this whole transaction. He followed Nagarjuna.

Nagarjuna had complete awareness of being followed. He thought it was better to give him. So he threw the begging bowl out the temples window where the thief was hiding. The thief could not believe it. A strange desire arose in the thief that it would be good to have a little time to sit at the man’s feet, so he asked from the window, “Can I come in?”

Nagarjuna said, “What do think I have thrown the begging bowl for?-to bring you in. Come in. That was just an invitation.”
Nagarjuna said, “I did not want to make you a thief, that’s why I have thrown the begging bowl. Now you can have it.”
The thief said, “Its so precious; you are a man of great mastery over yourself. I hope one day I will not be a thief but a master like you.”

Nagarjuna said, “Why postpone it? It is a very simple secret. You can become a master.”
He said, “You don’t understand. I am thief, I am a born thief. I cannot resist the temptation.”
Nagarjuna said, “It does not matter at all. You can remain a thief. I will give you a small meditation: whatever you do, even if you go to steal in the palace, just be a witness of what you are doing. I don’t want you not to be a thief; do whatever you want to do, but do it with full awareness. Just be a witness.”

The thief could not understand the strategy. After third or fourth day he came back and said, “You are very clever. In these four days there have been so many opportunities to steal, but as I go to steal, to take something, immediately my hand relaxes. The moment I witness myself stealing it seems to be embarrassing that I pull my hand back. For four days I have not been able to steal anything.”

----------------------------------About Ikkyŭ------------------

Zen simply means witnessing. A great Zen poet, Ikkyŭ, wrote:

Crazy madman,
Blowing up a crazy wind,
Wandering here and there,
Amidst brothels and wine shops.
Is there an enlightened monk
Who can match me
Even for a single word?
I paint south; I paint the north;
I am painting the west and the east.

He is saying, “ People think I am crazy….” Crazy madman, blowing up a crazy wind, wandering here and there, amidst brothels and wine shops. A buddha can move with absolute freedom in the marketplace. He is so certain of his purity, of his eternity, of his divinity that he knows that if thief comes to him, it is the thief who will have to change.

-----------------------------About Rumi----------------------

Ok I will now end this journal with Rumi. Rumi attained his first enlightenment by whirling for 36 hours continuously. Rumi’s whole effort of whirling was to find the centre.

I like his poetry. One can find such depth. Am choosing a small one.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.

Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.

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Sources:

1) The Site: Daily Zen

2) Books- "Rinzai- Master Of The Irrational" By Osho Rajneesh and "Rumi" Translated By Coleman Banks



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So am finally back. There are many things to say and do. I think my attendance on deviantART will be full from now on.

I have bought about half a dozen of poetry books from Chennai. If my bag permitted I would have bought more. Its really hard to get hold of poetry books out here in our small town. Out there in a big plaza it was hard to control my greed our books.

I am taking an extract written by my one of favorite singers- Jagjit Singh from the collection of poems.

Its taken from the book am presently reading-

“A POEM FOR CRY”

Compiled and edited by Avanti Maluste and Sudeep Doshi

“Har Guma Hai Aeitbaar”

Har Guma Hai Aeitbaar
Shukriya parvadegar
Haay yeh kaisi bahar
Bagbaan hai ashkabaar
Main auo mera japt-gaam
Tu auo tera karobaar

Ik aarse ke baad bhi aab tak taaja teri baate hai
Shaam wahi hai aur woh hi baarsate hai

Har aahat par yuh lagta hai jaise tera aana ho
Lekin karwa saach kahte hai yeh saab jhuti baat hai


“BELIEF”

Every fault, in you we trust
Thank you, O dear Lord

O how cruel the spring
That saddens even gardeners

Me and the emotions that I cannot express
You and your world that goes on none the less

Time has not erased your words
The evenings are the same, the mornings and so are the rains

Every footfall heralds your possible arrival
But bitter truth says that all these words are just lies

~ Jagjit Singh

Jagjit Singh- is one of India’s most eminent ghazal singers. Trained under honorable Ustad Jamal Khan, he received early recognition for his talent by HMV and EMI India. Me Singh, whose performances are heard regularly at film and television releases, has created a new interest in ghazal poetry, receiving accolades from the music industry and state governments in recognition of his talent. Apart from his own riyaaz and performances, he mentors young musicians and involves himself in charitable organizations such as CRY and ALMA.

I hope you all like this,

Regards,

~Debdatta~



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