Re:Aphorisms for Health Challenges
- Hallo Tristesse,
May I join in with a few selected poems from 77,000 Service-Trees by
Sri Chinmoy that helped me to remain in a good consciousness when I
recently fell ill but doing better by this time.
As we hear from Ahelee Dharmaja has a lot of humour and is
entertaining the nurses.
"You may not believe
In the power of your prayer,
But God firmly believe in it."
My mind starts praying
And my heart starts meditating
When dawn starts showing
It's beautiful and cheerful
"God wants me to cry
One His Shoulder.
But I prefer to cry
At His Feet."
"My Lord, do give me the capacity
To wipe every tear
from every heart."
"Each day with a spiritual Master
Is a life-saving
for the disciple."
"A soulful hope
And a beautiful dream
"You and your heart-garden-beauty
will always prevail."
"I see God on rare occasions.
But I keep meeting
"Nothing is incurable!
Nothing is unchangeable!
This should be the slogan
Of a God-believer."
You help us all,
But can we help You at all?
your acceptance of My Help
Equals My Satisfaction-Heart."
I will never forget Dharmaja's famous "exploding tomatoes" I repost
here. It is worth reading again.
I have just returned from a software training business trip to
Healdsburg, in the wine country of Sonoma county, in northern
The family that I worked for gave me some tomatoes from their
garden. The mother put the tomatoes in a paper bag for me. I ate a
few of them, and they were delicious.
On Wednesday evening, upon returning to the hotel where I was
staying, I placed the bag of tomatoes in my room, on top of the
heater (that was not a smart move). The evening was quite
chilly, so I had to turn on the heat for a while.
At this point, I must note that when tomatoes are quite ripe, the
skin can split open, and what you get is a minor explosion. The
insidious thing about a tomato explosion is that it is usually
silent. You may not get any auditory clue at all that an
explosion has taken place. But it is there, waiting for you,
waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.
Perhaps the fact that the tomatoes were on the heater caused the
skin of several of them to rupture. On Thursday morning, I did
notice some moisture on the bottom of the bag, but did not give much
thought to it. You see? Tomatoes look so innocuous. You don't
suspect them. This is another way that the tomato-world can cause
you to let down your guard.
It was my departure day. I gathered up my suitcase, portable
computer, the bag of tomatoes, et al, and went downstairs to where
my car was parked.
The suitcase went into the cargo area of my station wagon, and as I
was getting into the front seat, I temporarily placed the tomato bag
onto the driver's seat, placed a few other articles elsewhere in the
vehicle, then grabbed the tomato bag and placed it on the floor in
front of the passenger seat.
What I did not notice was that one of the tomatoes . . . the largest
one in the bag . . . had abdicated its former position in the bag,
pushed its way through the wet bottom of the bag, and cozily lodged
itself on the back portion of the driver's seat.
Hence, when I sat down for my pre-driving protection meditation, I
elegantly squashed the tomato.
Of course, because I always wear white trousers, the effect was all
the more spectacular. The seat area of my trousers, in addition to
the cloth upholstery of the car seat itself . . . everything was
utterly covered with tomato skin, tomato pulp, tomato seeds, tomato
I was prepared. I promptly cleaned up everything with the baby
wipes that I keep in the car. The only evidence of the attack was
the huge red-orange splotch on the seat of my pants.
You may have read about the maya tactics that were employed in the
Battle of Kurukshetra. And you probably think, erroneously, that
the world of vegetables is not clever enough to employ such
tactics. This experience, which has not been exaggerated one iota,
I dutifully meditated, and drove towards San Diego. On the way, I
bought petrol in Ventura. A customer at the station was kind enough
to make some caustic remarks regarding the size, color and
location of the splotch on my trousers.
I responded, "Thanks for letting me know."
Probably, plenty of karma has been burned off by this experience.
My realisation is now just around the corner.
San Diego, California