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Sunday Sermon

Miracles, Miracles
That's what life's about
Most of you must agree
If you've thought it out.

Don Williams sang that beautiful song a few decades ago.  Life is a miracle.  The flower that blooms in the morning and fades away with the setting sun is a miracle.  The birds that sing and the fish that swim are miracles.  This gadget on which I type is a miracle.  Even the cable that connects it to the switch and the switch itself along with the electric power that runs through it are all miracles.  If you think it out!

How many of us can create a lap top, let alone a simple switch? 

To be able to stand among the teeming crowd in the underground station of Delhi Metro at Connaught Place and marvel at the miracle of human enterprise is a blessing.  To be able to marvel at the miracle that exists everywhere around us is the best gift that we can possess.  Because the moment we realise the miracle that everything is, that everyone is, we acquire a paradigm shift.  New meanings emerge in life.  New beauty descends through the mists that veil existence.

There will be no destruction once we reach that level of consciousness.  There will be no fanaticism, no terrorism, no sabotage.  No assaults, no bickering, no backbiting.

There will be sharing instead of grabbing.
Peace in place of war.
Love where there is strife.
Joy will abound.


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  1. To distance your self from the daily humdrum, to take a deep breath and to look at the world with new eyes! :)

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  2. Awesome write up ...just wish people reach that level of consciousness....

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    1. Thanks, Sushree.

      Anybody can reach that level, you know. It takes a bit of time and a bit more of genuine interest.

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  3. I hope we could see at things this way every time. Every thing is a miracle, life's full of it... only if we think it out! This thought is beautiful indeed. :)

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    1. If only my environment did not make me stupid, I could be real Baba preaching at Satsangs, delivering sermons, teaching a new jihad.... Well, Namrata, I'm just dreaming. !)

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  4. This is such a positive post ! if we cut out from our daily life a little and understand the miracles, the world would be a far better place ! there is learning in the unknown as they say !

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    1. Not cut off from daily life, friend. Nobody can do that, I suppose. It's all a question of changing the perspective, the way of looking at daily life. A paradigm shift. And that's not difficult. In fact, it's like the birthnpang: painful but productive. Unlike what's happening around me where there are only stillbirths!

      By the way, I'm always positive. It's just that I express myself apparently negatively. Fault in the genes, you see.

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    1. Not at all, Indrani. It is the easiest thing to achieve. Much easier than running around like mad people. Please read my next post.

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  6. Thats so true ! Its important to know what we have and be thankful for everything which makes life worthwhile.

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  7. True, if we could regard life a little more and do some introspection even for a few minutes...

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  8. Wow sir just awesome.......if only the whole world reads this post...The world would be a much better place...

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    1. Not enough to read, Isaac. Do you think there is any shortage of good literature in the world? In fact, haven't we been listening to so many sermons, speeches, satsangs...?

      Change is a personal choice, a personal decision.

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