Today marks the onset of my fifty-sixth year in this body. Or technically speaking, it marks the end of my fifty-sixth year, since I was zero years old when I was born. But let’s not quibble over details. One thing is sure: indestructible time rules supreme in this mortal world.
This was very aptly described by the Bard himself:
“Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation!…”
(from William Shakespeare, Sonnet 65)
To paraphrase, Shakespeare says that since neither brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor the limitless ocean can resist the power of mortality, how could beauty have a chance of resisting its force when beauty’s power is no stronger than that of a flower?
And how could the sweet-smelling breath of summer hold out against the fierce attack of war-like time when invulnerable rocks are not strong enough, nor steel gates firm enough, to resist its decaying force?
A terrifying meditation indeed. One might ask ‘how is it possible that Time is so powerful, irreversible and indestructible?’.
My answer: ‘Time is actually God Himself. That meditation is an awesome one. As Bhagavad-gita describes, God is also the taste of water, the fragrance of all fragrant things, the ability in man, the strength of the strong, the light of the sun and the moon, and much, much more.’
As I always do on my birthday, I think deeply about the meaning and purpose of my life. And as I have always done since my blog was born over three years ago, I once again share my meagre realisations with you all, dear readers.
Oh, and as far as birthday presents are concerned (while I am running short on socks) my Spiritual Master Srila Prabhupada wrote:
“Krsna-prema, Krsna consciousness, is the highest gift which can be bestowed on anyone whom we presume to love.” (Srimad-bhagavatam 3.23.8)
Posted by Kurma on 26/12/08; 8:45:00 AM