June 2014 Blog Posts (7)

Dear All,

The parables of Sri Ramakrishna is world famous. With simple day-to-day illustrations he would explain high philosophies.

Mahendra Nath Gupta, the recoder of The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna, records in his second visit of the Master -- 

M: "Sir, suppose one believes in God with form. Certainly He is not the clay image!"

Master (interrupting): "But why…

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Quiero viajar en mi Nave del Silencio,



donde la máquina de hacer sueños



no haga ruido.



Donde dormiten las palabras



esperando que el silencio



las preñe de sentido.







Quiero viajar en mi Nave del Silencio,



y despertar cuando el proceso



de la Iluminación esté cumplido.



Cuando ni aun el amor…

Over 2,500 years ago, a man who had been searching for the truth for many, many lifetimes came to a quiet place in northern India and sat down under a tree. He continued to sit under the tree, with immense resolve, and vowed not to get up until he had found the truth. At dusk, it is said, he conquered all the dark forces of delusion; and early the next…

Harmony, Sadbhavana in Indian terms, occupies the most important place in man’s life. It is complementary to the supreme human value of Ahimsa and symbolic of friendliness in toto, and, therefore, it remains as the nucleus in the Vedic-Hindu philosophy and way of life. The great Mahamrityunjaya Mantra of the Rigveda urges man for harmony to develop inclusive and wide-ranging friendliness among fellow beings and thereby create an atmosphere of peace leading…

Maya Angelou’s 1993 inaugural poem and remarks

12 January 2009

Dear All,

Keshab Chandra Sen the famous Brahmo leader of the time felt much drawn to this simple villager who had attained the summit of all religions. He published articles about Sri Ramakrishna which brought him to light. Many began to visit the Paramahamsa at Dakshineswar.

Sri Ramakrishna was frustrated with worldly talks. He would go up to the rooftop of the kuthi after the evening vesper service and cry out in an agonised voice, "Come to me, Oh, devotees!…