We all are possessed of Inner Power, true self; all Pure and Perfect God or Ever-lasting Bliss by whatever name you may call it.
In the poem ‘Psalm of Life’ the poet describes the feelings of a young man expressed to a palmist:
Peace is a rare commodity in the life of a man involved in the intricacies and complexities of life. Unshakeable peace is beyond the reach of a stressful person. Stress and strain is the order of the day whether one is living in palaces or in cottages. Along with the prosperity and progress in the world, worries and miseries have also increased. We should have full conviction in one stern fact that our true nature is Peaceful. Only in the men and worries and anxieties over-cast this true nature of unshakeable - peace.
In spite of tremendous struggle and strife day and night, we live almost in a drunken state. We live with the minimum of consciousness. We go on doing things, we go on moving this and that but we are not conscious. Just as Keats said,
Foundation stone of Vishvas Meditation Centre, Mohali was laid on February 21. The tent was packed to its capacity. A wave of calmness prevailed over the audience. Then a holy voice came from the front:
As there is endless suffering and sorrow in this world, Buddha’s conviction was that this world is full of sorrow. Most poets ardently expressed that “Our sweetest songs are those that tell us of saddest thought”. Tragedies are generally more heart-touching and popular than other works.
Gurudev Swami Shri Vishvas JI recites in one of His Meditation Retreats:
Man considered that the highway to divinity is building temples, churches, mosques and gurudwaras. He regarded that visiting those places and worshipping them was to be - all and end, all of all. He would attain self-realisation but unfortunately, false ego reigned over there and created huge walls and barriers and the religion which was supposed to be a fountain of love created disharmony, disdain and hatred.
It is a well known fact that
When buffeted by sorrows in this world of disease and death, troubles and tribulations we are drive to desperation and helplessness. We are inclined to agree with Tolstoy, “pessimism is our dread reality, optimism is a faint cheering making the best of a bad job”. We are living in an inebriated state without knowing what is real and what is unreal.