There
is an ancient story about a man who was pierced by a poisoned arrow. His
companions immediately wanted to fetch a physician from a nearby village. The
victim would not hear of it. Instead, before permitting medical aid or the
removal of the arrow, he obliged his concerned friends to inquire first about
the name of the archer, his town and family circumstances. Next, the victim
instructed them to find out the type of construction of the bow and the
materials used in the arrows. Furthermore, he mentioned….but then he died. The same
plight afflicts the wounds of modern living.
Modern people know that they are distressed
about life. Society’s remedy is the presumption that pragmatic solutions,
politics, and a newer model are always the preferred rescue to life’s dilemmas.
Entranced by them, we are caught by defending that it’s our destiny to use them
as universal resolutions to life’s issues.
For society’s sake, yoga poses a critique of these
vicissitudes of culture. Whenever people become complacent or discouraged with
their current level of civilization, yoga
quietly insists upon a special feature of human nature.
“There is a bridge
between time and eternity
and this bridge is the human spirit
Neither day nor
night cross that bridge,
nor old age,
nor death nor sorrow.”
Yoga
sees humans embroiled in a world of ineluctable change and needless suffering.
Starting from this inescapable condition, this visitor eschews temporary
palliatives. Five year renovation plans are not endorsed. Instead, a different
tack: an applied philosophy of virtuous agendas, that only reveals their
meaning in the act of performance. More, an investigation into human consciousness
whereby the one probes living awareness itself, self-probing self, an inner
alchemy of spirit.
“It is this
spirit that we must find and know
one must find his or her own soul.
Who has found
and knows her or his soul has found all the worlds,
can achieve all
desires.”
Yoga
views one’s aggravation with life as stemming from a profound ignorance, mostly
self-imposed, if you will, and so thick at times with confusion. Yet that very
feeling of constraint inspires yoga,
for this ancient visitor traces the root problem of unhappiness not to the
world but to one’s stressful ignorance about the truth of spirit.
Annoying or not, pain can spur emancipation.
Life’s afflictions can have an ironic impact: they goad a desperate search for
release. Yoga, addressing someone as
a patient too long in the hospital of fitful society, who finally gets sick of
being sick, primes that fundamental appetite for liberation, moksa. My sense of constraint beckons
this ancient visitor to make his rounds and dispense his remedies.
Highly optimistic, with centuries of
practitioners to embody its claim, yoga
insists that one’s normal state is healthful, serene, with diminishing
suffering. The key to this epiphany, as well as the lessening of society’s turmoil,
lies in one’s ability to restore through practical experience the quest for
spirit. One cannot think pious thoughts or quote perennial remarks of Sages to
get there. Rather embark upon a body-mind praxis of integrating your inner
world of awareness with all levels of
Nature and life as you go about making your mark in the society. Familiarity
with the world can profit feasible knowledge and temporal success; yet when
combined with systematic self-exploration, one can develop tranquil confidence
that leaves one undisturbed amidst the flux of culture. Time and eternity, like
every antithesis in life, find their crossroads in the human heart.
The mystery of history and the
cosmos, the principles of matter and energy, the archetypes and evolution of
creation, become discernible to one’s persistence. These manageable truths arrive
not by the route of abstract analysis, but only as a comprehensor---evamvit---one who verifies in person.
The gradual discovery of oneself as
the inner center of the universe awakens through the methodology of
non-discursive meditation, dhyana.
Meditation widens the scope of abiding intuition. Like a concentrated spaceship
plunging above earth’s gravitational pull, your mind moves past the attractions
and seductions of society, expanding with its silent inner space to sight
hidden galaxies of wonder and knowledge.
“When the
vision of reason is clear, and in steadiness the soul is in harmony;
when the world
of sound and other senses are begone,
and the spirit
has risen above passion and hate, magic can happen…”
An unlearning process rises within, whereby
one leaves aside conventional thoughts, fond images and fancies. A fresh
awareness ensues to go its natural way. Gradually, a strange paradox takes
shape: the more one recedes inward, the more one comes forth to encompass the
world daily at large without anxiety. With meditation’s host companion,
contemplation, Nature’s transitions of matter and form, body and soul, the
individual and society, the past as well as the future, even death—every
apparent contradiction and dichotomy now becomes comprehensible. You, the virtuous
person of self-knowledge knows the
oneness in the immense diversity by fearlessly uniting with it.
“When one
dwells in the solitude of silence,
and meditation
and contemplation are companions;
when too much
food does not disturb health,
when freedom
from excessive passion is one’s constant will…
and
selfishness, violence and arrogance are diminished
when
lust and anger and greediness are foreign,
and freedom
from possessiveness reigns,
then
one has risen on the mountain of the highest---
worthy to be
one with the Divine.”
As for the future of human culture,
you decide which font to water the tree of your life.
So whispers the Upanishads.
2 Comments:
Timely indeed.
Dear Swami Jaidev,
Having practiced yoga for thirty-some years, having lived in (and been humbled by) India for some of those, having discovered Swami Rama's and your books, and -- especially -- having children and a relatively gregarious nature, I struggle with finding a balance between the inner and outer lives. I would be grateful for any advice/direction on this vast topic, especially around motherhood... thank you!
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