For Rudra, it didnt' matter at all what the colour of one's skin was, or then what was the outer appearance.He loved all beings for their inner beauty.He liked each of them for what they were. He realised that
they were more wronged than doing wrong; that they were scorned, only because
they looked different. He saw that mankind had an obsession for devising
labels. Humans loved to customise descriptions of other beings, so as to suit
their own parameters, ignoring the beauty of Nature’s bigger plan. He realised
that to look for beauty only in beauty was a subtle ugliness.
He joked with them about the lighter side of everyone’s looks
including, many a time, His own. His sense of humour unburdened them and they
felt worthy. They knew they were not just beasts; they were part of a divine
plan. An important part. And He was here in their midst, as Pasupati. Just His
presence seemed to exorcise them of an age-old sense of being unwanted. They
began to think of Him as God.
On His part, Rudra wondered who indeed, was the God of the banished? Surely a selective God was not God at all; not owning up to all of creation as His own, would in His view, diminish the role of such a God. This was His intuitive understanding. Was Rudra being divinely ambitious?
Probably not; He disliked competing. Competition too, He felt, had the most ugly results in its seed.
Such was His understanding from the jungle, where life lived itself out in perfect harmony. Even when there was an established food chain, even where the lion was a King, the deer had his share of the waters, his share of the mountains, his share of life. You didn’t compete with anyone else; you just spent a lifetime discovering the miracle of life. And that too, not by analysis and dialectics, but simply by the act of living ,itself.
The harmony of the
jungle was in stark contrast to the deceit that existed in the city.On His part, Rudra wondered who indeed, was the God of the banished? Surely a selective God was not God at all; not owning up to all of creation as His own, would in His view, diminish the role of such a God. This was His intuitive understanding. Was Rudra being divinely ambitious?
Probably not; He disliked competing. Competition too, He felt, had the most ugly results in its seed.
Such was His understanding from the jungle, where life lived itself out in perfect harmony. Even when there was an established food chain, even where the lion was a King, the deer had his share of the waters, his share of the mountains, his share of life. You didn’t compete with anyone else; you just spent a lifetime discovering the miracle of life. And that too, not by analysis and dialectics, but simply by the act of living ,itself.
Shail Gulhati is the Author of the books :
SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
The Yogi and the snake
Shiva Poetry
NAAM ROOP- A Tribute to the Divine
And Life Said.
Available on Amazon E books :
https://www.amazon.in/dp/
SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.
The Yogi and the snake
Shiva Poetry
NAAM ROOP- A Tribute to the Divine
And Life Said.
Available on Amazon E books :
https://www.amazon.in/dp/
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