By a mere look…

Swami chinmayananda’s experience

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“I was just emerging from high school, exams were over. On a package railway ticket I was roaming through south India. As the train steamed through the country side at a halting speed, most of the passengers in my compartment suddenly peered through the windows in great excitement and bowed revertentially to the elaborate temple beyond. Inquiring about it, I was told that it was the Tiruvannamalai temple.

Thereafter, the talk of my fellow travellers turned to Ramana Maharshi. The word “Maharshi” conjured up in my mind ancient forest retreats and superhuman beings of divine glow. Though I was at that time a convinced atheist, I was deeply drawn to visit the Maharshi’s Ahsram. I chose to take the next available train to Tiruvannamalai. Continue reading

மன முதிர்ச்சி என்றால் என்ன?   What is Maturity of Mind ?

1. மற்றவர்களை திருத்துவதை விட்டுவிட்டு நம்மை திருத்திக்கொள்வது.
1.Correcting ourselves without trying to correct others.

2. அனைவரையும் அப்படியே (குறைகளுடன்) ஏற்றுக்கொள்வது.
2. Accepting others with their short comings.

3. மற்றவர்களின் கருத்துக்களை அவர்கள் கோணத்திலிருந்து புரிந்துகொள்ளுதல்.
3. Understanding the opinions of others from their perspectives. Continue reading

Self Discipline : skill of seeing through the hollow shouting of your own impulses

“Discipline” is a difficult word for most of us. It conjures up images of somebody standing over you with a stick, telling you that you’re wrong. But self-discipline is different.Image result for self discipline Continue reading

Creativity : to bring forth something that does not yet exist..

Image result for creativeBarnum explains: The creative process is a process of finding, not of projecting something already seen and known in one’s mind. Continue reading

Look at the path, and do something

Two men were once lost in a forest. It was very dangerous, the forest was so dense, it was night, darkness and wild animals all around. Continue reading

Communication really happens only between Hearts

The doors of the heart open only to love. And remember it is only when one hears with the heart and not with the head that listening happens. Continue reading

I am a Tourist

An American tourist went to see a Sufi Master. For many years he had heard about him, had fallen in deep love with his words, his message. Finally he decided to go to see him. When he entered his room he was surprised — it was an utterly empty room! The Master was sitting; there was no furniture at all! The American could not conceive of a living space without any furniture. He immediately asked, “Where is your furniture, sir?”

And the old Sufi laughed and he said, “And where is yours?” Continue reading

Perhaps the deepest reason why we are afraid of death is because we do not know who we are

“Perhaps the deepest reason why we are afraid of death is because we do not know who we are. We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity — but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our “biography,” our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit cards… It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security. So when they are all taken away, will we have any idea of who we really are? Continue reading

if you cling too strongly, then even when truth comes in person and knocks on your door, you will not open it

Image result for Thich Nhat HanhThe Buddha once told a story about a young man who was a trader and had a beautiful wife and baby son. Sadly, his wife fell ill and died, and the man poured all his love into his little child, who became the sole source of his happiness and joy.

Once while he went away on business, bandits raided his village, burned it to the ground and captured his five-year-old son. When he returned and saw the devastation, he was beside himself with grief. He found the charred corpse of a small child, and in his desperation, he took it for the body of his son. He tore at his hair and beat his chest, and wept uncontrollably. Continue reading