உலகத்தை நோக்கி வினவுதல்
ULAGATTHAI NOKKI
VINAVUTHAL
[QUESTIONING ABOUT THE WORLD-REALITY]
Bharati was a realized saint who loved the
world as an expression of Brahman, the Reality-state. He called this expression
of Brahman as Shakti (power); that which shines as this perceived world of
delusion.
Wonderstruck by that power, he called it
Aadi ParaaShakti and became a staunch devotee of the Mother Goddess (the
formless Brahman-power, the deluding power Maayaa.)
Bharati was a worshiper of beauty.
He adored the Reality which shone so beautiful
as a perceived world.
Life is miracle, sun is a miracle, tree is a
miracle; everything that the senses saw was a miracle indeed.
It was the cosmic dance of his mother Shakti.
And she was so beautiful.
Bharati saw beauty everywhere, not with the
human eyes, but with the knowledge eyes.
He loved all as his own self, the essence of
Reality.
He loved even a tiny sparrow and would give up
his meagre meal to feed that tiny being.
Life was thing of joy and beauty to him and
this joy poured out as poems from his pure heart.
In the following poem, Bharati analyzes the
reality of the world as guided by the Upanishads and other Advaitic texts.
Everything that is perceived is the conception
of the mind- so the scriptures (Upanishads) state and deny the reality of the
world.
According to the scriptures, the entire
perceived phenomenon rises because of ignorance and delusion, like seeing a
ghost which is not there, like seeing a snake in a rope, like seeing a mirage
river in a desert.
Ignorance means the ignorance of the Self, that
is - the true nature of oneself
This ignorance can be removed through the
practice of Vichaara only.
Vichaara means the analysis of the world around
us (including our existence) through the discriminative process of what is real
and what is unreal.
Bharati expresses this analytical process
through this poem.
{WHAT IS REAL, WHAT IS UNREAL?}
Sitting on a rock on a small hillock, slightly
at a distance from the village, Bharati begins his ‘Vichaara’ and ‘Viveka’
process (analytic thinking and discriminating ability) to find
out the truth of the universe.
He first looks at the scene in front.
Trees! Animals! Birds!
‘So these are all just objects
seen in my dream!
That is what the scriptures
ascertain!
So they are just pictures
drawn by the mind through the senses!
So all that is there is just
some shape to which we give name!’
நிற்பதுவே, நடப்பதுவே, பறப்பதுவே,
நீங்களெல்லாம் சொற்பனந் தானோ?
பல தோற்ற மயக்கங்களோ?
NIRPADUVE
NADAPADUVE PARAPPADUVE
NEENGALELLAAM SORPANANDAANO,
PALA THORRA MAYAKKANGALO?
Hey you all -
those who remain
standing,(trees and plants)
those who are
capable of walking,(animal species)
and those who are
capable of flying,(birds and insects)
- are you all just a dream of mine?
Are you all just
some delusory perceptions?
'These names and their
qualities we grasp, through only a tool called language; be it about Vedas or just
simple mathematics.
Therefore, all that I have
learnt so far, all that I have heard so far, all that I have thought so far;
all my knowledge, all my poems, creations, compositions, whatever makes a
Bharati a Bharati - are all just delusions!
Nothing has any meaning.
Only the Self or Brahman the
space-less, timeless point which contains the entire manifest world inside it
as seeds, is alone real!
Everything else is just the
meaningless conception of the mind!
கற்பதுவே, கேட்பதுவே, கருதுவதே, நீங்க ளெல்லாம்
அற்பமாயைகளோ?
உம்முள் ஆழ்ந்த பொருளில்லையோ?
KARPADUVE
KETPADUVE KARUDUVADE NEENGALELLAAM
ARPAMAAYAIGALO
UMMUL AAZHNDA PORULILLAIYO?
Hey you all -
those which I am
learning,
(knowledge forms in
the world)
those which I am
hearing,
(all words and
sounds which the brain gives meaning)
those which I am
thinking,
(all thoughts,
ideas, surmises, imaginations, conceptions)
- are you all just worthless
delusions?
Is there no depth
of reality in you all?
Bharati walks a little on the rocky terrain,
analyzing further.
The tender morning rays of the Sun touches him
affectionately.
The groove of trees waves its branches in the
wind welcoming him.
The sky shines bright in blue reminding him of
his beloved deity Naaraayana.
What if the blue is a colour seen
only by the scattered dust particles (Bharati had read all that could be read),
still how beautiful the sky shines!
Bharati’s mind is silent in the ensuing bliss.
(Once, when
Gadaadhar (Ramakrishna Paramahamsa) was walking on the field when he was quite
young, he saw an array of white birds flying in the evening sky.
The beauty of the
scene so stunned him that he immediately entered the Samaadhi state (silent
state of the mind, where one is immersed in a thoughtless bliss).
Bharati also had gone off into the silent state
by just watching the scene in front of him.
Suddenly he woke up from his blissful state as
if some important work was left half-done.
He starts his analyzing process once again.
‘No I should not lose myself
in this beauty’ - he decides.
‘These scenes in front of me
are there because of my misconception, because of delusion.
I am seeing something which is
not there; and am feeling confused because of my ignorance. All this is just incorrect
vision of the mind
It is all a mirage; not real
at all-' he concludes.
வானகமே,இளவெயிலே,மரச்செறிவே,
நீங்களெல்லாம் கானலின் நீரோ?
வெறுங் காட்சிப் பிழைதானோ?
VAANAGAME ILAVEYILE
MARASCHERIVE
NEENGALELLAAM
KAANALIN NEERO?
VERUM
KAATSIPPIZHAIDAANO?
Hey you all-
hey expansive sky,
hey tender touch of
the Sun,
hey grove of trees!
Are you all just
mirages?
Is it all just a
misconceived perception?
He thinks further.
‘So, whatever I see is not real!
What about all the incidents
of my life? My joys and sorrows?
Everything is nothing but
passing clouds in the mind!
All that was there is gone!
Vanished off in a puff!
From Rama’s life events to a
Bharati’s life events, everything is a dream seen by that that person! Nothing
has any value! Even the dreamer is unreal! Even Bharati is unreal! I am also a
dream person! This world I am seeing is also a dream and nothing else!
Then what is the meaning of
life?
Something called time swallows
up everything, second by second.
What was there the first
second is not there the next second.
May be the Buddhist and Jains
saw only this change and developed dispassion for the world!
போன தெல்லாம் கனவினைப்போற்
புதைந்தழிந்தே போனதனால்
நானும்மோர் கனவோ?
இந்த ஞாலமும் பொய்தானோ?
PONADELLAM
KANAVINAIPPOR PUDAINDAZHINDE
PONADANAAL
NAANUMMOR KANAVO?
INDA JNAALMUM
POYDAANO?
Whatever is gone
has got buried and vanished off as in a dream!
Then, am I also
such a dream?
Is this world a
lie?
‘So many events, so many
incidents, good bad; all swallowed up by the Time!
(Come Hey Kaala! I will kick
you hard- he says in his mind)
What is Time after all?
It is but another idea in the
mind!
A single idea of Time
destroying all other ideas of the world!
‘If everything is just a
passing thought, then why bother to divide these lies into the three primary
qualities of Sattva (purity), Rajas (dusty- worldly), and Tamas (darkness
–ignorance)?
Even Gunas, the qualities are
lies!
கால மென்றே ஒரு நினைவும் காட்சியென்றே பலநினைவும்
கோலமும் பொய்களோ?
அங்குக் குணங்களும் பொய்களோ?
KAALAMENRE ORU NINAIVUM KAATSIYENRE PALA NINAIVUM
KOLAMUM POYGALO?
ANGU GUNANGALAUM
POYGALO?
There rises one
idea of time and many ideas of perceptions;
are these
connected patterns all, just lies?
Are all the
qualities (Tamas, Rajas, and Sattva) also just lies?
‘All things arise from
Brahman, like trees from a single seed! Right!'
Bharati is now standing in a garden filled with
flowering trees.
Birds hail him hiding in the branches. Cool
wind blows cooling his tired body.
He sits on the grass under a tree comfortably
and starts again his analysis!
‘So, countless worlds sprout
from Brahman-state like trees from a seed!
True! The grove of trees
around him must have started their existence somewhere in some seed; one seed
makes a single tree with many seeds; each seed makes another tree with many
seeds; and it goes on and on!
If all the seeds made all the
trees, then there is no number that can count the trees.
If this is how it is in the
case of a simple tree, then what to say of worlds rising from Brahman? There might be countless
worlds unknown to the human mind!’
Bharati sighs!
‘But according to Vedanta,
trees are lies! Only the seed is real!
So all these trees which are
standing in front of me are unreal!
The seed which I have not seen
is real!
These are all just shapes seen
by the mind!
Even their beauty is a lie!
Their shade is a lie!
This soothing feeling in the
lap of Mother Nature is also a lie!
Words are meaningless. Words
are just sounds describing a shape!
The term ‘Garden’ also is just
a sound on which the mind superimposes a meaning.
சோலையிலே மரங்க ளெல்லாம் தோன்றுவதோர் விதையிலென்றால்,
சோலை பொய்யாமோ? இதைச் சொல்லொடு சேர்ப்பாரோ?
SOLAIYILE
MARANGALELLAAM TONRUVADOR
VIDAIYILENRAAL,
SOLAI POYYAMO?
IDHAI SOLLODU SERPPAARO?
If all the trees
growing in the garden come from one single seed,
is the garden
a lie?
Can it also be
joined to the word-collections?
‘These scenes will not be
there in the future!
All these trees would be gone!
May be buildings would fill
these lands.
Everything will change.
Everything will just become a
memory in the mind.
Everything will vanish away.
So, whatever we see now will
vanish away?
Since words have no meanings
at all, what ‘vanishes’ should be also ‘seen’!
Reverse order
is also possible!
Time can run backwards!
Why even the differentiation
in words?
If all this is a lie which has
no meaning, then what is Brahmaa’s world?
Why did he make rules for this
creation?
Why creation? Why Trinities to
maintain this world, if it is a lie?
காண்பவெல்லாம் மறையுமென்றால்
மறைந்ததெல்லாம் காண்ப மன்றோ?
வீண்படு பொய்யிலே-நித்தம் விதிதொடர்ந் திடுமோ?
KAANPADELLAM MARAIYUMENRAAL
MARAINDADELLAM
KAANBAMANRO?
VEENPADU
POYYILE- NITTHAM VIDHI TODARNDHIDUMO?
If all that we
perceive, will just vanish away,
will all that which
vanished again be perceived?
Will the fate
follow us at all times in this worthless lie?
‘Why all this at all?
Bharati meditates for some time and exclaims-
‘Ah! I know now!
‘That Brahman’ (Reality-state)
alone is seen here as the ‘world’.
It is his power that has
painted the beautiful world picture.
Brahman is True, auspicious
and beautiful.
He is all this.
He is my Self (essence).
I am all this.
I alone am the reality shining
as all this.
This power of Brahman is real.
What I see is not meaningless;
but is Brahman in all names and forms.
I the Brahman am all; is in
all.
I am the bird! I am the tree!
I am the sky! I am the wind! Only I am!
காண்பதுவே உறுதிகண்டோம்
காண்பதல்லால் உறுதியில்லை
காண்பது சக்தியாம்
இந்தக் காட்சி நித்தியமாம்.
KAANBADUVE URUDHI
KANDOM KAANBADALLAAL URUDHIYILLAI
KAANBADU SAKTIYAAM
INDA KAATSI
NITTHIYAMAAM
We are certain in
what we perceive only.
If we do not
perceive, it is not certain.
Perceiving is
Shakti (power of Brahman)!
This perception is
eternal indeed!
Bharati’s eyes remain closed!
Tiny
tear drops appear at the edge of his eyes.
A smile adorns his face hinting at the inner
joy he is experiencing.
He is one with the Nature!
He is the Nature!
He is the seed and the trees also!
He is just what he is – Brahman state! He as
himself without any name or form!
There is only silence now!
Just Silence!
What state the Sages achieved after years of
penance, he had understood by just the analyzing process!
OM OM OM
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