if you do not feel sorrow
you are not human,
if you don’t deny sorrow and welcome it
you have understood what it is to be human,
if you let sorrow so completely engulf you,
like a monsoon rain, drench you completely, right to your soul
then, when the sun comes out, and you dry out,
you will have experienced your true universal, God like self
and a new beginning
Sorrow is often our path to experience that
which is beyond the ego and the self,
Well said. Also, sorrow is the biggest uniting factor for people of the world. No single household/ human being, can claim to have not experienced it. We all go through our own share of sorrow — in varying intensity though. So, that makes us all one big family. They say in Hindi — Aag mein jal ke hee jo nikale wahi hai sachcha sona. Do please tell your friend: If good times didn’t stay, bad times won’t stay either. Ye dunya ka niyam hai. And when he/she comes out of the pain he/she is experiencing (I am sure that will happen as time heals all wounds), he/she will be a lighter, better and happier perosn. Best wishes to your friend.
sorrow and pain, wax and wane
as moon and sun, swirl and shine
darkness and light, bold and bright
in the deep drenching, all shall rise
Dear Shekhar, below a poem i’d written many years ago; i share with you and your friend now; in the experience of knowing “the giant” never sleeps…
THE SLEEPING GIANT
The giant rests beneath my breast;
whispering echoes from it’s breath.
While looming stars cling to inner walls;
deeper-stilled, in chambered halls.
Moonbeams capture the light within,
of cascading beams of gold, descend.
As I ascend above; a large pool of doubt,
is surrounded by love.
And in my euphoric state I admit,
I thought I saw, a dimmed candle lit!
Is that my memory chamber, echoing calls to my mind?
“Yes, come and visit, old friend of mine;
it’s been too long, since last time.”
Enfolded I’d become, as tears of sorrow and joy meld,
making life quake and tweak;
and I transcended doubt as the giant leaped,
to catch a boonbeam, for my cheek.
Donna DS/North, 1998
Dear Shekhar, below a poem i’d written many years ago; i share with you and your friend now; in the experience of knowing “the giant” never sleeps…
THE SLEEPING GIANT
The giant rests beneath my breast;
whispering echoes from it’s breath.
While looming stars cling to inner walls;
deeper-stilled, in chambered halls.
Moonbeams capture the light within,
of cascading beams of gold, descend.
As I ascend above; a large pool of doubt,
is surrounded by love.
And in my euphoric state I admit,
I thought I saw, a dimmed candle lit!
Is that my memory chamber, echoing calls to my mind?
“Yes, come and visit, old friend of mine;
it’s been too long, since last time.”
Enfolded I’d become, as tears of sorrow and joy meld,
making life quake and tweak;
and I transcended doubt as the giant leaped,
to catch a moonbeam, for my cheek.
Donna DS/North, 1998
PS. sorry Shekhar, i typo’d on moonbeam; had to repost ; )
Well said Sir.. Sorrow – a feeling and an experience, both of which are hard to go through.. But it is the sorrow only when we in true calls our God.. And if called by heart, from nowhere the person gets the light in the darkness.. One hard fact is there that it does gives some lesson as well to be remembered through out the rest of the life so that such sorrow (which is painful) can be avoided.. If one is in sorrow then does need great great willpower to overcome the situation.. And so your friend will also come out of the sorrow once again as his willpower, friends like you and last but not the least God takes care of each and everybody in the long run. Trust me and believe me. ..
Loved the comparison of the sorrow with the monsoon, These tears pouring from heaven, don’t know if it is of sorrow or joy.. …Amidst it lucky to be here and alive. Thank God..
All I can say is ‘this too shall pass’. Really. I know.
Shekhar I felt so confused with this new website, wondered around twitter n face book for you…which i never do for anyone…
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I missed the feeling of your home you had here before, I dont know why I feel walls here, feel uncanny, so tight n closed…
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I feel you are not here yourself, I dont know why…the aura of yours is missing
I miss you!
DQ
this resonated so with me that i felt shivers up my spine…
One who has experienced sorrow, comes back to the self. And from there he can go up if he remains balanced.
i dont like to share my sorrow with anyone not even with god, sorrow let us to see the truth
Respected Shekher Ji
Those are the only words but lonliness is all about a fear of innerself ………
Nobody can cope others Pain & Sorrow : )
These are only words but courage comes form inner virtues : )
Keep Smiling
Take Care : )
Arthur Ashe,the legendary wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983,he received lettersfrom his fan,one of which conveyed:”why did god have to select you for such a bad disease?”
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
50 million children start playing tennis,
5 million learn to play tennis,
5,00,000 learn professional tennis,
50,000 come to the circuit,
5000 reached grandslam,
50 reach wimbledon,
4 to the semi finals,
2 to the final
and
when i was holding the cup i never asked god
WHY ME?
and now in the pain i should not be asking God
WHY ME?
HAPPINESS KEEPS YOU SWEET..
TRIALS KEEPS YOU STRONG..
SORROW KEEPS YOU HUMAN..
FAILURE KEEPS YOU HUMBLE..
SUCCESS KEEPS YOU GLOWING ..
BUT ONLY FAITH KEEPS YOU GOING..
Sorrow – A path towards tomorrow.
Been busy days, months
The Father’s Day
With HIS Grace
And Your Wishes
Arnav blessed us to be his parents on Jun 19 …
Thank You
Nice poetic expression.
“Sorrow is a chisel that peels off the odd elements like ego to sculpt a beautiful existence of a human being”
All this is fine. but…
Sorrow is a cold, horrible place. Corrosive.
Each sorrow different. Each sorrow revisits several years down the line, like a nasty jack-in-the-box.
Chin up, and don’t think too much– that’s my formula.
Best to yr friend.
Dear Sir,
Monsoon Greetings !
After “India got the Talent” TV Show….TV has gone again boring and without soul….because you are the soul ………..please come on some shows……..please come on Indian Idol….participants need the right feedback and encouragement…. your comments/thoughts are unusual….divine… and often not seen and realized by many. Hence your presence is so much felt……PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Lovingly,
Kiran Kurwade
http://www.3claps.com
Beautifully written sir!!
Joy, happiness, anger, fear and sorrow, any of these emotions can visit my house. I am not any of these emotions, and these emotions do not define me. Emotions happen and I allow myself to experience them fully and completely, and the “I” as the “awareness” watch these emotions. I allow the space for an emotion. I am the “presence” that watches and observes both thoughts and emotions. The emotion pass, thoughts pass and they cannot stay. What does stay? The awareness that watches them all is what stays and is eternal . I am not my thoughts, emotions or body, but I allow them complete room and expression and “awareness” observe the “play” at the same time. There is a peace and joy beyond anger, there is peace and joy beyond sorrow, there is peace and joy beyond the concept of peace and joy.
Too many people are trying to suppress their emotions, rather than allowing a space for them, and observing them. Too many people are trying to be “happy” on a conceptual level. People associate spirituality with “happiness” and although “God is joy’, one must understand that God is not joy consistently on a conceptual level. God is joy on the awareness level which observes emotions, thoughts, events and body/mind. Finding permanent peace and joy on the conceptual level, it cannot be done. Awareness is permanent, and what happens in the world is not. The world is thought, and thoughts change constantly. Objects come and go, but that which observes their coming and going, does not come and go.
Namaste.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
(Serenity Prayer)
Regards,
Ganesh
Beautiful sorrow showing us the way to a part of ourselves seldom welcomed by many.
Thank you Shekhar for this poem, it endures through time travel, as also one such poem written by David Whyte…
The Well of Grief
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.
~David Whyte