THE PASSAGE TO PERFECTION

THE PASSAGE TO PERFECTION 

We do business with Nature. But Nature does not do business with us. She deals Her deathly blows to help us evolve even as we forget our purpose in life. And reincarnated we rise to succumb to the folly of trading again in this mart we have made of the world. The motion in cyclical rounds processes us till sanity dawns in some such life when we wake up to the stirrings of the soul and look within to see the Master wait in patient expectation of the return of His prodigal son. The route now rotates through half a circle as we quit commerce to take up arms against the senses that have till date so deluded. The clarion call of 'Return to roots' is sounded aloud and thus begins renunciation, a state of soul much talked about but seldom seen save in the rarest of beings whose earthly bearings are buried and burnt. The war begins, this inner war, unseen, unheard with no outer trace save a glowing face and a shining form. This is not the inner jihād nor dharmayuddha of any sort but a consuming self-conquest it is where the furnace fire burns the dross of desire and frees the soul of fetters that bind. So on and on till one blessed dawn the Self is seen and this bodiless god in reverse return starts waging the war without for all to save civilisation from barbaric past and settle the dust on tribal times. In and out through the golden gate where 🕉 holds charge what with flaming sword in lesser terms the Bible paints as Gabriel Archangel. But words differ and deeds differ as desire rules the roost for all. Savages prowl the plains of earth and in death plunge it to themselves drown. This is the sad tale of life to retell which in altered terms the seer comes and the sage returns with arms of gold and soul unsold, to reshape the earth, and every birth refashion till in bright noonlight the fetters fall for all and sundry, for sundry and all. 🕉 Mukti! Mukti! Mukti!

Written by Sugata Bose