| Whatever we seek to obtain in the world
is ever mixed with pain. Suppose we get a thing. Immediately we are worried about its
safety. Along with acquisition arises the fear that we may lose it, and sorrow attends its
loss. The afflictions of the body are numberless. Innumerable is the attachments that prey
upon the mind and the anxieties, which they breed.
The pleasures of such attachments are not
real. In very truth, they are only cares and sorrows. Disease and attachments are the
terrible crocodiles that threaten to devour our soul. In the manner of the Puranic
elephant, which cried out to Narayana to rescue it from danger, we too should seek refuge
in God.
The water drops on the lotus leaf trembles.
So too is life, precarious and unstable. Know is to be in the grip of disease and anxiety,
and smitten with sorrow. |
