The
skill of the artist lies precisely here. There is a skill in the
fingers of the painter or the vina-player that makes us laugh
and cry. All the magic is in the fingers of the artist.
This man is near to me, the other distant; this is mine, that is his
- such thoughts arise in our minds, and on occasions deflect us from
our duty all because of delusion. If we are to escape this, we
should learn the secret of the creative skill of the Lord's fingers.
The Brihadaaranyaka Upanishad
gives the drum (dundubhi) as an example. The same drum gives
out many kinds of sound. Some frighten me, others make me dance. If
I am to master all these emotions, I have to catch hold of the
drummer. Once he is in our hands, all the notes too are in our
hands. In one word the Lord says, "Those who wish to cross maya,
let them take refuge in me."
"Only those who are surrendered
to me will escape the play of maya; for them, the waters of
maya dry up here and now."
What then is this that we call "maya"?
The power of God, His art, the skill of His hand - this is what we
call maya. Maya is nothing but the power of the art of
the Creator who out of atman and prakriti (Spirit and
Nature), - or, in Jain terminology, jiva and ajiva
(the living and the non-living) - out of these materials, formed
this many-colored world. Just as in the jail we have bread made of
the same grain, and 'dal' containing various spices, in the same way
there is the indivisible spirit and eightfold nature. |