Lost in the taste of hOneY

Everyone is caught up in worldly activities. No thought is given to finding a solution. Man remains oblivious to the cycle of births and deaths, being foolish and ignorant under the sway of his mind.

- Guru Nanak Sahib


A king left his palace one morning on horseback for a ride in the countryside and went further afield than usual. After riding for several hours he became lost in a deep and almost impenetrable jungle. Reigning on his horse, he looked about him and was terror stricken as he saw a tiger coming towards him. HE leapt from his horse, quickly climbed a nearby tree, and sat on one of its branches.

The tiger came to the same tree and sat on its haunches, waiting to devour the king whenever he came down. Seeing this, the king began to test the branch on which he was sitting, to make certain it was strong enough to bear his weight. But as he looked along its length he was filled with fear, for he saw that two mice, one black and one white were gnawing away at the branch where it joined the tree.

"What can I do?" the king exclaimed, almost beside himself with terror. "I am trapped and there is no way of escape!"

He looked down and at the ground to see whether the earth below was hard or soft. But here another terrifying sight met his gaze. Beside the tiger, there was a huge python with its jaw wide open, waiting for him to fall. The king trembled with fright.

As he clung to the branch wondering what he might do to save himself, he suddenly saw that honey was dripping from a branch above his head. He began to lick it and as he did so, the honey had an amazing effect. The king, absorbed in its sweetness, soon became completely oblivious to his danger.

The tiger, the mice and the python were all forgotten as he became more and more enchanted with the taste of marvelous honey.

In a short time, of course, the mice gnawed through the branch. It fell to the ground, and the king, with happy smile on his face, was killed.

Who is the king in the story?? We are. Kaal / Niranjan is the tiger which watches all our actions and keeps account of every minute of our lives. The white and black mice are day and night, and they are cutting down the tree of our lives. A day gone by will never return. The python is the death or the funeral pyre or the grave that waits to consume us-the grave that tells us, according to Baba Farid, "Ultimately, you have to come to me, so why fear death?"

The honey is the world and its ephemeral pleasures, whose taste seems so sweet. We are so absorbed in the world that we do not notice its dangers. In fact, we say to ourselves, "This life is sweet. Who has seen the next?"

[P.S. Image - Cocoon by *keiiii - deviantart.com]

Tales that tell

Tales have been told as long as people have been talking. Tales, well told, communicate their message in a way that all of us like to hear. Many of us may not relish philosophical or moral treatise, but the truth in guise of a good story will be enjoyed by all.

I had always been fascinated, like most children, by the fictional stories told by dadis and nanis, dadas and nanas, by the spiritual masters through their discourses and also the spiritual texts, sometimes, Life itself holds its own stories to tell. The stories with a mystic feel were the ones that attracted me the most, say something like the Arabian Nights, which had a moral behind them, in the guise of entertainment. Some how, I spend a lot of time in my fantasy world, and love to live it. I also try to relate or bring my fantasies to the real world too. Sounds funny , but yeah that's crazy me.

When I talk of Love and Peace, many disbelieve in it, some accept it but as a formality, many doubt its reality and feel it does not happen in the real world. Many also say, these thoughts are good to hear, but they exist only in philosophies, you have to face the realities of Life, Life is tough. But to me, the so called "Real World", seems to be, somehow unreal. Though I live here, I feel I don't belong here, feel disconnected at times. To me it seems like a Mirage, disguised as our home, but is not.

Hmmm...sorry to stray to my inner vision, what I was saying is that mystic tales fascinate me. Authenticity of them is not what is important, but the moral, the message contained in the story is. It is what they are meant for. And what a tale would be, if it doesn't have anything to tell!!

So for some time now, I would like to take a dip in the ocean of the mystic tales and explore and share some pearls of wisdom.

Hey btw, from this, an idea has come to my mind, I have anyways changed the look of my blog, and its kinda new season, of stories on my blog, and the real world too, so may be an idea like having a theme or season of posts on my blog too would be an interesting thing, lemme know what you think of it.

ahem, TALES, he he, me and my mind, I wonder, thoughts are so much like a river, keep flowing always, and you don't know what turn will they take at what moment!! So lets relish on some wonderful instances of experiences of the Buzurg Log, that they've left for us in form of Tales.



(P.S. Images: 1 - stories are never written by *damnengine - deviantart.com
2 - Love Stories by ~trinity-77 -deviantart.com )