The Messiah Vol 2 ~ 21
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| event type | discourse |
| date & time | 8 Feb 1987 pm |
| location | Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune |
| language | English |
| audio | Available, duration 2h 14min. Quality: good. |
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| video | Available, duration 2h 21min. Quality: not so good, video-noise at bottom of screen from 2h 12m 33s. |
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| online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
| shorttitle | MESS221 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the sutras: Sw Anand Vimal.
- The sutra
- Wise men have come to you to give you of their wisdom. I came to take of your wisdom:
- And behold I have found that which is greater than wisdom.
- It is a flame spirit in you ever gathering more of itself,
- While you, heedless of its expansion, bewail the withering of your days.
- It is life in quest of life in bodies that fear the grave.
- There are no graves here.
- These mountains and plains are a cradle and a stepping stone.
- Whenever you pass by the field where you have laid your ancestors look well thereupon, and you shall see yourselves and your children dancing hand in hand.
- Verily you often make merry without knowing.
- Others have come to you to whom for golden promises made unto your faith you have given but riches and power and glory.
- Less than a promise have I given, and yet more generous have you been to me.
- You have given me my deeper thirsting after life.
- Surely there is no greater gift to a man than that which turns all his aims into parching lips and all life into a fountain.
- And in this lies my honour and my reward,-
- That whenever I come to the fountain to drink I find the living water itself thirsty;
- And it drinks me while I drink it.
- Some of you have deemed me proud and over-shy to receive gifts.
- Too proud indeed am I to receive wages, but not gifts.
- And though I have eaten berries among the hills when you would have had me sit at your board,
- And slept in the portico of the temple when you would gladly have sheltered me,
- Yet it was not your loving mindfulness of my days and my nights that made food sweet to my mouth and girdled my sleep with visions?
- For this I bless you most:
- You give much and know not that you give at all.
- Verily the kindness that gazes upon itself in a mirror turns to stone,
- And a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.
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