[Advaita-l] The Miracle of life

[Kuntimaddi Sadananda]

Sriramji - PraNAms
Yes indeed. Life is so beautiful and wonderful indeed. It is amazing
how two innocent looking tiny cells unfold themselves into intelligent
human being – it is miracle of miracles, indeed - I cannot but stop
wondering how this body works, how it thinks, and how it functions -
all starting from a tiny cell. Every where I look outside I see the
life pulsating in abundance in every form, in every insect, in every
plant with multiple colors - I cannot contain that wonder - other than
prostrating at the every expression of it. I see the life as the
expression of joy in manifold.

Hari Om!
Sadananda

On Sat, Aug 7, 2010 at 9:44 AM, sriram <srirudra at vsnl.com> wrote:
> Dear Sri Sadandji
> Very well said.Life is a mystery.Nobody knows why it is so.We are unable to
> fathom the origin of life though we do see births of so many creatures in a
> whiff.I also used to wonder like what you have felt.The worms of butterflies
> are so ugly.But they are so innocent to look at!But the wonderful part is
> they have got a toxin on their hairy body which they discharge on any
> surface which causes itching !They donot know that they are having this but
> God has provided aprotection to them so that they are left alone to become
> butterflies/flying insects to complete the food chain.How
> wonderful!Kruishnamoorthy.
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>
>
> Vishyji - PraNAms
>
> Yes you are right - if we stand apart as witnessing the beauty of life
> that unfolds right in front of us without getting involved without
> judging without condemning or encouraging - we can see it witness the
> beauty of His glory continuously unfolding. - Arjuna, See My glory -
> says Krishna - It becomes the vibhuuti of the Lord. With Vedantic
> understanding we understand that consciousness that enlivens the whole
> creation is nothing but same sat chit ananda the witnessing
> consciousness that I am. With that understanding the scriptures are
> fulfilled. The witness and the witnessed merge into one. Aham annam,
> aham annam, aham annam, aham annaadou, aham annaadou, aham annaadou -
> is the song of the sage in ecstasy. I am both the enjoyer and enjoyed
> too, witness and witnessed too.
>
> Yes it is a wonder indeed - Echoes Shree Krishna too.
>
>
> Hari Om!
> Sadanada
>
> On Sun, Aug 1, 2010 at 1:28 AM, Vishy <vishy1962 at yahoo.com> wrote:
>>
>> Poojya Sadaji
>>
>> Pranams. I too wonder like this many time as what the life is all about?
>>
>> Am I not someone who is watching the breathing rather breathing? But, if
>> so,
>> would the same 'I' witnessed the movement when this breathing started or
>> would
>> it witness the movement when it stops??
>>
>> Like this many many questions araise, when I distance myself from this BMI
>> called vishy!!
>> not only just breathing.... everything seeing, hearing, eating, digesting,
>> walking ...why even sleeping and dreaming too... all are the activities
>> are the
>> BMI to sustain itself...isnt it??? that BMI exists in me and and I am the
>> witness of all these...right?? But the question is am I the witness of
>> this BMI
>> alone or everything thats happening in the existance???
>>
>>
>> Dear Aacharyaji, Please dont stop just with raising these questions, but
>> complete the process with the answers too
>>
>>
>> pranams again
>>
>> Vishy
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> ________________________________
>> From: Kuntimaddi Sadananda <ksadananda108 at gmail.com>
>> To: advaita-l at lists.advaita-vedanta.org
>> Sent: Wed, 28 July, 2010 9:17:52 PM
>> Subject: [Advaita-l] The Miracle of life
>>
>> I know not what life is. Yet I am so amazed looking at the expression
>> of life in the varieties that I see – as it beautifully unfolds right
>> in front of my eyes to see, as soon as I get up from my sleep. Every
>> day I wonder. The scientist in me is baffled –and does not stop
>> wondering – trying to find – keep asking again and again - what
>> exactly it means when I say I am alive. It is said that wonder is
>> when the intellect is blanked out without an answer - looking for it
>> in the empty space of the mind, resting itself with no direction to
>> go. Everyday my mind seems to go blank – in the wonder of life.
>>
>> I am breathing. I know that means, I am alive. I move my hands and
>> legs – yes they are moving – lately with some difficulty, as the aging
>> is taking its toll. I can watch and be aware of all that process. I
>> always come to know that I have knees too, when I tried to get up
>> after sitting for an hour. Am I really doing all that? – I wonder –or
>> is it being done. I am intensely conscious of the mechanics –
>> breathing is going on. No, I am not really breathing – I can see
>> breathing is going on. I can watch – it is really a wonder – how the
>> mechanics is going on. Oh! Mechanics is not breathing; it does not
>> explain who is breathing. I do not seem to be doing any thing anymore
>> by myself- neither breathing nor seeing things or the world when my
>> eyes are open. Wait a minute. I am seeing things. I open my eyes, yes
>> that I remember; but seeing? Am I doing the seeing? Oh! I do not know
>> any more. Yes, of course, I know the mechanics of seeing? But who is
>> seeing? I am? No, I just opened my eyes, that is all; but seeing, I
>> have not done anything to see.
>>
>> I wonder again –back to my breathing. Am I really breathing? Yes, of
>> course, I am, since I am alive. Wait a minute. Am I alive therefore I
>> am breathing; or I am breathing therefore I am alive. I do not know
>> anymore. A friend of mine stopped breathing; they said he is no more
>> alive. Did he really stop breathing – but why? Can I stop breathing?
>> No, not really, since I am not doing it for me to stop now - Yes
>> breathing is going on. I may be better off using passive voice, as in
>> scientific papers, in stead of claiming any responsibility for
>> breathing or polluting the environment around or for any doing even.
>> Yet, I cannot go and tell any body – Sir, I do not know who is
>> breathing but breathing seems to be going on. Can you tell me who is
>> breathing? – He will think I am a nut case.
>>
>> Let me just sit back and wonder at the beauty of life, why bother
>> others with my silly questions. Lately these silly questions keep my
>> mind preoccupied all the time – and getting blanked-out with no
>> answers. I just wonder at the miracle of life. Just stand apart and
>> admire that wonderful life since I do not think I do anything anyway.
>> Wait a minute am I not writing this – I wonder again with questions –
>> since I seem to have some control on my fingers typing –But I am not
>> really doing it, am I? If I am not really doing, it is very good
>> excuse for all the mistakes I commit when I am writing. Something is
>> illogical here – if I am not writing why do I need even the excuse.
>> Yet, I wonder my fingers are moving because I am alive – or I am alive
>> because my fingers are moving. What makes that fingers move- I wonder
>> again?
>>
>> It is getting time to go to office, in stead of wasting my time in
>> these unanswerable questions – my mind complains. I went downstairs to
>> get a cup of coffee. To my wonder, I saw a row of ants crawling on the
>> floor. I slowly followed them to see where they are going. These ants
>> really impress me a lot; recently I am seeing lot of them, because it
>> may be too hot outside. It is always fascinating for me to watch. I
>> wonder what the ants think of me – may be they will be wondering why I
>> am bothering them first thing in the morning. I followed them, anyway.
>> They are going as if someone has given them some marching orders to go
>> in a row, following one another. Then I saw some other ants going in
>> the opposite direction. They seem to have a mission in life. And they
>> seem to know that too. Then I saw- A fraction of a second an incoming
>> ant meets the outgoing ant – they seem to communicate something. They
>> seem to exchange some information, I wish I could hear them; but I
>> cannot. They must of communicated where to go and what to find, etc.
>> I followed the line. After some tortuous path I found they are heading
>> to a piece of sweet that I dropped yesterday night near the sink. How
>> did they know that there is a piece of sweet there – they seem to come
>> from far away country, in terms of their scale? I wonder. I was going
>> to use the sink – But I stopped. I do not want to ruin their dinner –
>> I had my share and why not they have their share. This has become my
>> daily dilemma. Still, how did they know that there is a piece of
>> sweet there? I wonder. I know not what life is, but I am amazed at the
>> expression of that life.
>>
>> As I am having my cup of coffee, I look out side the window. I saw big
>> trees and then there are those rose plants in front of my house. I am
>> again baffled. Those trees are alive and I see the greenery, birds
>> flying from one branch to the other. I see small flies going around
>> from flower to flower. My God – look at that beautiful butterfly
>> landing on the flower. What a design? Who designed it? I wonder.
>> Those roses their colors and their smooth texture - beautiful. I do
>> not want to hurt the flowers but I feel like touching them to admire
>> how smooth their texture is. I just watered the plants yesterday,
>> wondering how they are going to survive in this heat, about which
>> everybody is complaining now a days. People were complaining about the
>> cold few months back. Now they are complaining about the heat. Are the
>> roses complaining about the heat? They must be complaining too but I
>> cannot hear their complaints. May be they don’t – they have learned to
>> bear whatever that comes without complaining? I wonder why people
>> complain so much all the time. Who am I to complain about that anyway?
>> I should at least stop complaining -rose plants seems to teach me that
>> too. I see a lady going to work. Yes she is beautiful. But she is
>> walking – she is alive. My God, what a wonder. A bunch of matter
>> packaged proportionately yet that is moving. I am reminded of
>> VevekachUDAmaNi sloka – tvak maamsa rudhirah… Oh! That is too gross
>> even though it says it is gross mater. There is a beauty pulsating in
>> her and expressing in that form – she must be breathing. I wonder what
>> is she thinking? Again another sloka is coming to my mind that end –
>> bhaaryaa bhibhyati tasmin kaaye, even the loving wife will get rid of
>> that body as soon as possible when the breathing stops.
>>
>> I am glad I am breathing, of course, my wife is sleeping upstairs.
>> Some times I wonder what happens when I stop breathing. I am again
>> reminded of the just quoted sloka. Wait a minute, How can I stop
>> breathing, when I am not doing it to begin with. My mind starts
>> complaining again- it is getting late to go to office. Why does it
>> complain – why it does want to learn from the roses. I still wonder -
>> what happens when I am no more alive and I see that everybody minding
>> their own business as usual after shedding few tears here and there
>> for some time. What happens to my bank balance and all those stocks,
>> and the loan I made or the money I gave? Who cares when I am not
>> alive? Am I alive now? I think so since breathing is going on. What is
>> life anyway? I wonder.
>>
>>
>> PS. Please excuse my ramblings, but I cannot but stop wondering.
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