Advertisement
X

An Orchestra Of Oneness In Amrita Pritam바카라s Writings

The forward-looking vision of Amrita Pritam is a devotee바카라s compelling call for a sense of self against a world where imperviousness to religious pluralism is a pervasive reality, where human consciousness muddles through in futility, and where the eternal quest for the sublime is blighted by the empty rhetoric of bloated egoism.

The death anniversary of the high priestess of love, Amrita Pritam (1919-2005), falls on October 31. My deliberations draw on her dream sequences which, neatly poised to launch 바카라the soul바카라s worship바카라,  hold out the possibility of the renewed evolution of human consciousness. Here, I have in mind her significant works of mystical and esoteric expressions like 바카라Lal Dhage Da Rishta바카라 (1989), 바카라Hujre Di Mitti바카라 (1991), 바카라Aksharon Ki Antardhvani바카라 (1990), 바카라Sitaron Ke Akshar aur Kirnon ki Bhasha바카라 (1987), and 바카라Akshar Kundali바카라 (1997). 

Discerning readers will recall the visionary poet바카라s radical worldview where religion is not a ritualistic grammar dictated by an unquestioned allegiance to sacred texts but a redemptive, introspective journey nudged by the unalloyed desire to transform one바카라s inner soulscape. It is the religion of the soul in Amrita바카라s thought process that exudes an abiding impact to contest one바카라s conditioning for a paradigm shift in one바카라s attitude to life and living. Her manifesto of humanism, where love is therapeutic and transformative, appealed to me immensely when I discovered her soulful writings alongside Tagore and Whitman during my university days at Santiniketan. 

What added to my immersive reading of Amrita was the eclectic scholarship of my teacher바카라s steady diet of works from a galaxy of thinkers 바카라 Sri Aurobindo, Blake, and Yeats. I began to echo Amrita바카라s quest: can we conceive of a world where the truth of religion elicits values of different faith communities?  The forward-looking vision of Amrita is a devotee바카라s compelling call for a sense of self against a world where imperviousness to religious pluralism is a pervasive reality, where human consciousness muddles through in futility, and where the eternal quest for the sublime is blighted by the empty rhetoric of bloated egoism. Against this spiritual slumber, exacerbated by the hubris of all-encompassing 바카라I바카라, what accords significance to Amirta바카라s dream sequences is the prophetic nature of her illuminating and metaphysical epigrams induced by her inner search with its haloed specificity that bursts forth with what Evelyn Underhill calls 바카라Illumination바카라. 

The world of literature will be impoverished without the enduring beauty of Amrita바카라s dream sequences. One feels the primordial pain of longing for love, peace, and harmony in her mystical musings. One detects the spiritual expansiveness, at times waxing euphoric of the fullness of personal quest. Love becomes a healing reversal of hatred, animosity, and death. In her dream sequences, one encounters an aspirant바카라s paradisiacal flight in the wake of the collapse of a world imprisoned in pathological narcissism and the psyche바카라s capriciousness. Amrita바카라s words are cathartic to counter what is anti-life and anti-humanity and reaffirm the omnipotence of love. Her love is her 바카라first religion바카라 as she uniquely underpins: 바카라When I draped myself with your being/ Our bodies were turned within in meditation. / Then our limbs entwined like flowers in a garland/ As an offering at the altar of the soul.바카라

Amrita바카라s dream sequences, painfully salvaged from the wreckage of a love-less world, echo and ratify what she offers as a universal anodyne 바카라 바카라Rajnessh Chetna바카라(Rajneesh Consciousness) to herald the children of a new dawn and kindle 바카라deh ke mandir mein aatma ka diya바카라 (the lamp of the soul in the temple of the body).  Here in Amrita바카라s world, love is truth, truth love! It is the benediction of love that sees everything in the light of grace. Amrita recalls Mirra Alfassa (The Mother) who writes to a boy with freckles: 바카라You are beautiful, yes indeed, your freckles are so pretty; one would say that an angel had sown grains of wheat all over your face so as to attract the birds of the sky there.바카라 Does it not call to mind Amrita바카라s passion for love where love is the clarity of a living consciousness? 

Advertisement

Amrita, in her search for the 바카라infinite Ideal of Man바카라, to quote Tagore, is a true mystic who is soaked in the grace of sublime knowledge where 바카라there is no mystery beyond the present, no striving for the impossible, no shadow behind the charm, no grasping, in the depth of the dark.바카라 (S Radhakrishnan)

I ask myself: Who is Amrita? I am reminded of the exchange of dialogue, to borrow the lines from Eknath Easwaran :

바카라Are you a God now?바카라

Quietly, he made an answer. 바카라No.바카라

바카라Well, are you an angel?바카라

바카라No.바카라

바카라Then what are you?바카라

바카라Awake.바카라

To invoke the spirit of 바카라Awake바카라 is to consider the value of Amrita바카라s dream sequences,  both enchanting and enlightening, in greater depth to unravel deeper insights into humanity바카라s relationship with love and its vanishing landscape. To cite an analogy, the timelessness of Amrita바카라s eidetic vision is like the 바카라Aging Maria바카라 and I am tempted to quote the soul-stirring words of Judith Ortiz Cofer:  바카라Still, year after year, she stands firm in my mother바카라s garden. In crepuscular light, her still regal form acquires a certain luster, the yellow patina of age briefly turning to a luminous gold, as though she were lit, as she is, from within.바카라

Advertisement

(Sudeep Ghosh is an independent writer based in Hyderabad. He can be reached at sudeepmailsu@gmail.com. Views expressed are personal.)

Show comments
KR