The death anniversary of the high priestess of love, Amrita Pritam (1919-2005), falls on October 31. My deliberations draw on her dream sequences which, neatly poised to launch ‘the soul라이브 바카라 worship’, 바카라 웹사이트hold out the possibility of the renewed evolution of human consciousness. Here, I have in mind her significant works of mystical and esoteric expressions like ‘Lal Dhage Da Rishta’ (1989), ‘Hujre Di Mitti’ (1991), ‘Aksharon Ki Antardhvani’ (1990), ‘Sitaron Ke Akshar aur Kirnon ki Bhasha’ (1987), and ‘Akshar Kundali’ (1997).바카라 웹사이트
Discerning readers will recall the visionary poet라이브 바카라 radical worldview where religion is not a ritualistic grammar dictated by an unquestioned allegiance to sacred texts but a redemptive, introspective journey nudged by the unalloyed desire to transform one라이브 바카라 inner soulscape. It is the religion of the soul in Amrita라이브 바카라 thought process that exudes an abiding impact to contest one라이브 바카라 conditioning for a paradigm shift in one라이브 바카라 attitude to life and living. Her manifesto of humanism, where love is therapeutic and transformative, appealed to me immensely when I discovered her soulful writings alongside Tagore and Whitman during my university days at Santiniketan.바카라 웹사이트
What added to my immersive reading of Amrita was the eclectic scholarship of my teacher라이브 바카라 steady diet of works from a galaxy of thinkers — Sri Aurobindo, Blake, and Yeats. I began to echo Amrita라이브 바카라 quest: can we conceive of a world where the truth of religion elicits values of different faith communities? 바카라 웹사이트The forward-looking vision of Amrita is a devotee라이브 바카라 compelling call for a sense of self against a world where imperviousness to religious pluralism is a pervasive reality, where human consciousness muddles through in futility, and where the eternal quest for the sublime is blighted by the empty rhetoric of bloated egoism. Against this spiritual slumber, exacerbated by the hubris of all-encompassing ‘I’, what accords significance to Amirta라이브 바카라 dream sequences is the prophetic nature of her illuminating and metaphysical epigrams induced by her inner search with its haloed specificity that bursts forth with what Evelyn Underhill calls ‘Illumination’.바카라 웹사이트
The world of literature will be impoverished without the enduring beauty of Amrita라이브 바카라 dream sequences. One feels the primordial pain of longing for love, peace, and harmony in her mystical musings. One detects the spiritual expansiveness, at times waxing euphoric of the fullness of personal quest. Love becomes a healing reversal of hatred, animosity, and death. In her dream sequences, one encounters an aspirant라이브 바카라 paradisiacal flight in the wake of the collapse of a world imprisoned in pathological narcissism and the psyche라이브 바카라 capriciousness. Amrita라이브 바카라 words are cathartic to counter what is anti-life and anti-humanity and reaffirm the omnipotence of love. Her love is her ‘first religion’ as she uniquely underpins: “When I draped myself with your being/ Our bodies were turned within in meditation. / Then our limbs entwined like flowers in a garland/ As an offering at the altar of the soul.”
Amrita라이브 바카라 dream sequences, painfully salvaged from the wreckage of a love-less world, echo and ratify what she offers as a universal anodyne — ‘Rajnessh Chetna’(Rajneesh Consciousness) to herald the children of a new dawn and kindle “deh ke mandir mein aatma ka diya” (the lamp of the soul in the temple of the body). 바카라 웹사이트Here in Amrita라이브 바카라 world, love is truth, truth love! It is the benediction of love that sees everything in the light of grace. Amrita recalls Mirra Alfassa (The Mother) who writes to a boy with freckles: “You are beautiful, yes indeed, your freckles are so pretty; one would say that an angel had sown grains of wheat all over your face so as to attract the birds of the sky there.” Does it not call to mind Amrita라이브 바카라 passion for love where love is the clarity of a living consciousness?바카라 웹사이트
Amrita, in her search for the “infinite Ideal of Man”, to quote Tagore, is a true mystic who is soaked in the grace of sublime knowledge where “there is no mystery beyond the present, no striving for the impossible, no shadow behind the charm, no grasping, in the depth of the dark.” (S Radhakrishnan)
I ask myself: Who is Amrita? I am reminded of the exchange of dialogue, to borrow the lines from Eknath Easwaran :
“Are you a God now?”
Quietly, he made an answer. “No.”
“Well, are you an angel?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
“Awake.”
To invoke the spirit of ‘Awake’ is to consider the value of Amrita라이브 바카라 dream sequences, 바카라 웹사이트both enchanting and enlightening, in greater depth to unravel deeper insights into humanity라이브 바카라 relationship with love and its vanishing landscape. To cite an analogy, the timelessness of Amrita라이브 바카라 eidetic vision is like the ‘Aging Maria’ and I am tempted to quote the soul-stirring words of Judith Ortiz Cofer: 바카라 웹사이트“Still, year after year, she stands firm in my mother라이브 바카라 garden. In crepuscular light, her still regal form acquires a certain luster, the yellow patina of age briefly turning to a luminous gold, as though she were lit, as she is, from within.”
(Sudeep Ghosh is an independent writer based in Hyderabad. He can be reached at sudeepmailsu@gmail.com. Views expressed are personal.)
