THE EARLY DEWDROP THAT DIFFUSES BEFORE THE LUSTROUS BREAK OF DAWN

THE EARLY DEWDROP THAT DIFFUSES BEFORE THE LUSTROUS BREAK OF DAWN 

The greatest geniuses of the world live silently and pass into  oblivion leaving their seeds behind for secondary souls to receive them and give expression in real life. These earlier men of the Mind, these sages in safe harbour across the sea of delusion, they live the Life, they think deep, as deep as depth can be, right to the very bed and beyond this phenomenal dream of chaotic shapes and forms, beauteous names clothed in ephemeral attire. These perishing dreams they behold like shimmering flames, like moving mirage, shining and shifting. They have seen through it all and now pass on their knowledge through currents of thought potent enough to penetrate human consciousness wherever the recipient is ready. There they grip minds like impersonal beings, holding forms to transform thought and the consciousness behind. These secondary souls then rise in force to spread the Divine Word. These are the Pauls and the Vivekanandas of the Christs and the Ramakrishnas behind. Or, perhaps, there are deeper ones of which history keeps no record for one to be able to speak of by way of ample illustration. It is these that Swamiji speaks of, the unseen sages, the unobserved savants of the Soul who breathe in seclusion, live in obscurity and die in peace, leaving hardly a ripple behind on the lake of the Cosmic Mind. But they leave behind traces that in course of time raise bubbles, then bubbles joining to cruise as currents of rising thought, pure and simple, till in harmonic streams they touch the surface and raise giant waves that sweep all before them. It is then that ideas embody and seek sanctuary in able bodies fit to receive and hold them and to give expression to them in definite derivatives. The abstract becomes real, the causal transforms progressively to the subtle and the concrete. Secondary souls hold and transform and pass on the fruits of their actions unto lesser individuals who pass thereon the fresh derivatives to the masses. Thus the message is made, thus the spirit spreads, thus is the idea translated into concrete culture. From the fine mist and beyond thus is forged the form of civilisation. 

These then are the men who gave zeroed in to Truth and have remained ever in oblivion as benediction unto humanity, their fragrant souls diffusing into human consciousness the sublimity of a superior space, the silence of the Self. The seeking therefrom of dynamic force is the work of lesser souls in a plane where manifestation can make its mark. But the old ones are gone, taking nothing in turn, seeking no return, nor name nor fame nor wealth nor the slightest trace of individual identity. They rather give away their last graces as they rise to limpid spaces. Om Tat Sat !

Written by Sugata Bose