THE SONG OF THE RIVER

The snow melts on the mountain

And the water runs down to the spring,

And the spring in a turbulent fountain,

With a song of youth to sing,

Runs down to the riotous river,

And the river flows to the sea,

And the water again

Goes back to rain

To the hills where it used to be.

And I wonder if life's deep mystery

Isn't much like the rain and the snow

Returning through all eternity

To the places it used to know.

For life was born on the lofty heights

And flows in a laughing stream,

To the river below

Whose onward flow

End in a peaceful dream.

And so at last,

When our life has passed

And the river has run its course,

It goes back

O'er the selfsame track,

To the mountain which was it's source.

So Why prize life

Or why fear death,

Or dread what is to be?

The river ran

Its allotted span

Till it reached the silent sea.

Then the water harked back

To the mountian-top

To begin its course once more.

So we shall run

The course begun

Till we reach the silent shore.

Then revisit earth

In a pure rebirth

From the heart of the virgin snow.

So don't ask why

We live or die,

Or whither, or when we go

Or wonder about the mysteries

That only God may know.

-------- William Randolph Hearst


His son prints this poem on each death anniversery of his fathers death. This poem when read out aloud has a profound effect ....it does leave a lump in ones throat and tells us that we never really end its a continous circle the never ending knot......

Your Home is in my Heart

Your Home is in My Heart

Your home is in my heart

…………in my heart

My heart is like the ocean

…………like the ocean

I’ll rock you while you’re sleeping

…………while you’re sleeping

On a wave of sweet devotion

…………sweet devotion

Your home in my heart-

…………my heart

And my heart is very strong

………...very strong

When you are feeling lonely

………..feeling lonely

It will carry you along

………………carry you along

Your home is in my heart

…………..in my heart

And my heart is every where

……………….everywhere

Wherever you may wander

…………….You may wander

Know that I am there

……………..I am there

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Sunrise

Sunrise,
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The skyline in the mountains aflame just before sunrise

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Sunrise

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This is when one is able to have no new thughts arise

Death in the family

It was a night that saw the fury of nature and there was a sudden torrent of rain ...while this was happening the Old order was changing and a change happened I lost my uncle it was in the early hours of the morning of the 21'st of August 2005.

Trimbak Lal was his full name. He had a full life a very open hearted and friendly person.

He was blessed with a nice family a great wife sheila aunty three daughters Pinky, Ruby and Sonu and further a colourfull mix of grandchildren.

I have very fond memories of my uncle T.L. Anand.

Since we follow the Hindu religion it fell on me to consign the mortal remain to the Fire which happend after 16:00Hrs on the same day.

A few days later we all went to collect the ashes and the remains. These were left in the Jamuna and the Ganga the sacred rivers of India. This whole experience has been a very moving experience for the whole family and especailly for Sheila Aunt and my Dad Vikramajeet Anand , who have lost their husband and elder brother respectively.Last evening we returned form Haridwar a small town on the bank of the river Ganga where the remains were released in the Ganga at the Sati Ghat while we were chanting the Gaytri Mantra. We then went to the Har Ki Paudi (Steps to the Almighty).....here we met the family Panda a Brahmin Priest who keeps the record of the visits a family makes to the town of Haridwar. Here the last rites are performed for the peace of the soul and peace in the family.

Life goes on with the change that has taken place. So what is of the Nature has gone back to Nature.

The Kalachakra is moving ....... Om Mani Padme Hum Peace Om Shanti Om

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Meditations

Once a Master wanted to explain to a simple thick headed disciple, the
meaning of meditation and for that he tried a lot of methods and finally
when he realised that the subtle way was not working and nor were the
stories he made him carry a sac of grain up a mountain side. The humble
disciple had no problem going up for a while, but after sometime ...he
started feeling that the sac was heavier on his shoulders...and then with
each step it felt more so, but he walked and walked. He remembered the
masters command that he was not to set the sac down till he reached the
summit.

The love and devotion did not allow the disciple to disobey his
master....totally exhausted and drained,finally he threw the sac down on
reaching the summit. The mountian air was refreshing, all his resistance
disolved and with it his ordinary mind. Everything just seemed to stop. At
that instance he suddenly ralised he nature of his mind. 'Ah! This is what
my master has been showing me all along.' he thought. He ran back down the
mountain and burst into his master's room.

'I think I have got itnow....I have really got it!' His master smiled at him
knowingly : 'So you had an ineresting climb up the mountain did you?'

Whoever you are, ou too can have the experience the disciple had on that
mountain, and it is this experience that will give you fearlessness to
negotiate life and death.

The first step is the practice of meitation

I have had a lot of experience as we all must have during the time that we have been experimenting with life. But each turn I have found that I have got some very good human beings that have come to guide me or to rescue me...


My Dad for one he has been with me through thick and thin....and along with that is Mummy too....They have been the most supportive folks that one could ask for ..even though, we do not communicate much...which is a drawback...but then around meal times we do exchange ideas...even sometimes when we are having tea together. My mum sometimes I feel is very concerned about the way I look , sometimes I find her just starting at me with a very concerned look.


My wife I find is also one of those protective kinds and she is also trying to be doing things to be around me all the time ....even though I have made it a point to explain to her that I am a grown up and I would also like to have space by myself...and I do respect her space too. I rather that she be indipendent and do her own thing. Discover things and use her time to try out things and read and meditate too. Everyone needs to finally have a bit of awarness of what they are doing even when its happening on the spur of the moment. To enjoy any experience one needs to be in it! Like having an Ice Cream cone.......