You can pick up a volume of Chekhov’s stories and open it anywhere, and, no matter how well or poorly the Russian has been translated, you will probably have a hard time finding a sentence you can’t understand. This is because, as much as any other writer and more than most, Chekhov put such a premium on writing comprehensibly, without flowery language or unnecessary adornment.
Light always wins!
According to Advaitic/Yogic sages, all sins and atrocities which are committed by individuals and nations against each other are due to ignorance of the true nature of oneness of all life.
When we view “others” as separate from us and different, we are able to justify all types of ignoble acts against them. Sometimes, even the most heinous deeds are justified in the name of God, religion, or law.
People who are blinded by fear, greed, and ignorance are not able to see outside the cycle of violence that they are part of.
Fortunately, in the history of the world, there have always been good people as well and such noble souls still walk the earth today. I feel that due to their kindness, love, and compassionate influence, there is always a ray of sunshine and a hope to make this world a better place.
She tried to sleep to kiss the dream,
Let fall the clocking time, the slumber eye,
Shifting planets, the wheeling moon.
So, with teddy bear, they flew the sky
And touched the stardust like angel wings.
She fled her mother’s eye who wept,
Fled the nightlight, its ghostly shadows,
On a cloud coast, she climbed the twilight.
Left behind her siblings under blanket and thatch
Caught the windlass winch, the night mist ride.
Softly, silently falling asleep, the inches into dreams,
The quiet dark thimbles, she knows the fairy tale thread,
Yards of the milk white rain, and sly red wind. The fables
Of yore. Leaping gnomes, and the black backed dragons
So deeply sleeping a way in the C-moon wheeling.
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The incandescent message of Ramana Maharshi – thanks Harsh!
In 1896, a boy ran away from home. He left a note behind for his family. It stated in part, “I have left, in search of my father…”
The father was the holy mountain of Arunachala.
On September 1, 1896, this 16 years old boy, arrived at Arunachala. He never left.
September 1, 2018, was the 122nd anniversary Ramana Maharshi’s arrival at Arunachala.
August 2nd comes and goes without much fanfare. It’s my dad’s birthday, and every year, I wonder where he sleeps that night. I wonder if he’s safe and warm.
My father, that I recall, had no vices when I was growing up. I think he was a heavy drinker, probably an alcoholic, before I was born. But I don’t remember, to be honest. There’s a term I’ve heard in the last year, “dry drunk,” that refers to a person who exhibits the same behaviors sober that they did drunk. It also, in my understanding, refers to someone who can develop this syndrome because they lack adequate professional support while in recovery.
[W]hile they may have quit drinking, the individual has yet to deal with the emotional baggage that led them to alcohol in the first place.
DRY DRUNK SYNDROME CAN BE OVERCOME; IT SIMPLY REQUIRES A WILLINGNESS TO…
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