Sitas dialogue with Hanuman.
"Hanuman! the following is my idea. I am like the Jiva Individual soul sundered from the Supreme Soul namely Rama. The sea of samsara or worldly life between me and that God head is the sea which separates me from Rama. To help me to cross this sea of Samsara, I seek you as my guru.
Hanuman it is mentioned in the Sastras that I as the wife of Rama, constitute half of his body, even as a Jiva is spoken of as an Amsa of the Supreme Soul. I look upon the ten faces of Ravana as the ten senses which have sundered me from that God head, because i am separated from Rama by this Ravana.
When Sita gives a gem to Hanuman which had adorned her hair he wonders if sita knew that Rama would send a messenger with a view to present that gem to the messenger as a token of remembrance.
She tells him Rama on seeing this gem will remember three people my mother me and his father.
My mother before presenting this gem to me, showed it to Dasaratha. Hence Rama will be sure to recall to his mind that context and all of us three. Those happy days of mine Hanuman have lapsed away. Happiness and misery both will alternate in men's lives on this mundane world.
Hanuman the more i recollect my past days, the more agony persecutes my heart. may there be no other lady as unfortunate as i am. so do i pray to God day and night.
Indeed misery and happiness constitute the wrap and woof of the cloth of life.(Which is bound to be worn out and torn) that time during which men seem to enjoy lapses away in no time, whereas the time of misery drags its feet and cooks men as it were in the fire made of chaff and husk. At that time even the little happiness formerly enjoyed appeals as not having been ever enjoyed.
Hanuman the mortal life on this mundane globe holds out to us illusory happiness, and ultimately it ends in the tragedy of decrepitude and death. Men suffer far more that they feel like enjoying. The little happiness which appears to be there lapses away in the twinkle of a second. A yogi hence treats what we call happiness on par with unhappiness. "Duhkhameva sarvam vivekinah" (Patanjali's Yoga sutra). further it is the story of monotony what has been eaten drunk and slept today will be tomorrow as though not eaten, nor drunk and not slept for. again it has to be eaten again it has to be drunk and again it has o be slept.It is like grounding the flour, already ground, over and again.
Great great emperors like Mandhata etc. whose lives were lived worthily and purposefully had long been dead and gone. Of what count are people like me who are born as a burden to mother Earth. the Yogasastras inform us that our lives are no more than dreams in disguise. Mentalism alone constitutes the truth of life. The world is there ultimately as an idea of the mind. aphorism 2-15 of Patanjali's yoga sutras "Duhkhameva sarvam vivekinah"
"Hanuman! the following is my idea. I am like the Jiva Individual soul sundered from the Supreme Soul namely Rama. The sea of samsara or worldly life between me and that God head is the sea which separates me from Rama. To help me to cross this sea of Samsara, I seek you as my guru.
Hanuman it is mentioned in the Sastras that I as the wife of Rama, constitute half of his body, even as a Jiva is spoken of as an Amsa of the Supreme Soul. I look upon the ten faces of Ravana as the ten senses which have sundered me from that God head, because i am separated from Rama by this Ravana.
When Sita gives a gem to Hanuman which had adorned her hair he wonders if sita knew that Rama would send a messenger with a view to present that gem to the messenger as a token of remembrance.
She tells him Rama on seeing this gem will remember three people my mother me and his father.
My mother before presenting this gem to me, showed it to Dasaratha. Hence Rama will be sure to recall to his mind that context and all of us three. Those happy days of mine Hanuman have lapsed away. Happiness and misery both will alternate in men's lives on this mundane world.
Hanuman the more i recollect my past days, the more agony persecutes my heart. may there be no other lady as unfortunate as i am. so do i pray to God day and night.
Indeed misery and happiness constitute the wrap and woof of the cloth of life.(Which is bound to be worn out and torn) that time during which men seem to enjoy lapses away in no time, whereas the time of misery drags its feet and cooks men as it were in the fire made of chaff and husk. At that time even the little happiness formerly enjoyed appeals as not having been ever enjoyed.
Hanuman the mortal life on this mundane globe holds out to us illusory happiness, and ultimately it ends in the tragedy of decrepitude and death. Men suffer far more that they feel like enjoying. The little happiness which appears to be there lapses away in the twinkle of a second. A yogi hence treats what we call happiness on par with unhappiness. "Duhkhameva sarvam vivekinah" (Patanjali's Yoga sutra). further it is the story of monotony what has been eaten drunk and slept today will be tomorrow as though not eaten, nor drunk and not slept for. again it has to be eaten again it has to be drunk and again it has o be slept.It is like grounding the flour, already ground, over and again.
Great great emperors like Mandhata etc. whose lives were lived worthily and purposefully had long been dead and gone. Of what count are people like me who are born as a burden to mother Earth. the Yogasastras inform us that our lives are no more than dreams in disguise. Mentalism alone constitutes the truth of life. The world is there ultimately as an idea of the mind. aphorism 2-15 of Patanjali's yoga sutras "Duhkhameva sarvam vivekinah"
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