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  117.     

Travel Indonesia Haiku - Jakarta Rivers

jakarta rivers
they too all thirst
for a life

jakarta rivers
a tale of abuse
flows

Jakarta
the rivers too
dying for a llife

Jakarta rivers
they are ink to write
about abuse

This is my first visit to Jakarta. The city and its traffic snarls are a frightening sight. This includes motor cycles, the bajai or tut tuts, cars, lorries all cramming and finding their ways on narrow roads to their destinations. The rivers are definitely dying. The water is pitch black and does not seem to flow at all. Cityfolks all seem to be fighting for a living. Ruthless colonial years and a long line of irresponsble and corrupt leaders have left many of the cityfolks in dire straits. The people are dying for a life and so too are the Jakarta rivers. Nobody seems to care.
 
john tiong chunghoo

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  118.     

Don'T Make The River Home

Don’t make the river home.
Rivers can turn wild,
Tossing you about with no care for how you land,
Bashing your bones once you do.

Rivers rage with
Perilous potency
That rends limbs and souls;
Sudden fury to blind or behold.

The river can heal,
Sustain life,
Then jerk it away in a flashing splash.
Visit the river

Don’t make the river home.
 
Lee Ann Schaffer

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  119.     

The Minds Of The Seers (Opinion)

Just as the water is evaporated as water vapor and is received and clouds are formed and the clouds rain waters as different quantities at different places, so also the minds of the seers receive the information contained in what they read, study, get insight of, understand and experience and distil it together with their background, mental makeup, personality, the language and cultural background, academic and intellectual training, intuition or transcending these will pronounce the truth in their language typical to them, their experience and training.

That is why even though the Truth is one, it is viewed, reviewed, contemplated, distilled, with their minds, hearts, knowledge - natural and acquired, intellectual sharpness, intuitive clearness, profound experience, personality, tradition, cultural and social background filter and give us the essence of the tattva, knowledge, devotion amalgamated with emotional and spiritual rasas.
Truth is One, scholars express it variedly.

Based on the Grace of the Lord, our nature and mental traits, whatever filtrate or concoction, or essence is received it will be attaining the same state within us and experience caused will be the same.(Only one - Unique) and same spiritual experience is experienced. Remains in us as us. It shines brilliantly and illumines our mental faculties and personality.

The only difference is depending on our mental makeup and genetic nature prior and later to our spiritual instruction, we experience together with or transcending our nature and mental makeup. a spiritual view. All meditations, spiritual paths, rites are all only to have the profound Divine Experience; to get tuned with the Lord and absorb in Him.

The experiences, commentaries, expressions of different seers are like the courses taken by different rivers. The course of every river is directed towards the sea. 'nadeenam sagaro gathhi - all rivers take the course towards the sea'. It is same which ever river-course we follow we reach the sea and merge in the sea.

Every river course is having equal importance and significance. Let us follow the course destined to us by the Grace of the Lord and move in its presence, intimacy, nearness, dearness and path and we will reach Him - the Isvara, the Narayana and any of our favorite and dear God.

No course of this or that river is preferred, superior or supreme or great and others less significant or profound. It is futile and useless to discuss and debate over various spiritual paths and indulge in their criticism saying some are great others are worthless and like that. The thinking about the correct or incorrect or worthy or worthless or useful or useless aspects of various spiritual paths based on our likes and dislikes is waste of time and energy. We do not get any benefit beyond loving or hating others based on their paths and end up fighting with one another and unnecessarily peace of mind is disturbed.

The wise and the intelligent will mind their business, follow the course of their liking and get absorbed in the Divinity. Who spend their time and energy on unnecessary fights determining the greatness, ridiculing or disregarding or otherwise of various paths will remain where one is and his life thus spent will become a waste. he will not be able to take any course and gets lost being where one is.

Liberation is obtained and attained salvation is attained by the Grace of the God. Thus let us always be reminding Him and become Free of all worries, fears, anxieties, doubts, contemplations and debates.

Let us be the Diving Being - always - what we are by nature.
 
Varanasi Ramabrahmam

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The River

The river’s a wanderer, a nomad, a tramp.
He doesn't choose any one place to set up his camp.

The river’s a winder, through valley and hill.
He twists and he turns, he just cannot be still.

The river’s a hoarder and he buries down deep.
Those little treasures that he wants to keep.

The river’s a baby, he gurgles and hums
And sounds like he’s happily sucking his thumbs.

The river’s a singer, as he dances along
The countryside echoes the notes of his song.

The river’s a monster, hungry and vexed
He’s gobbled up trees and he’ll swallow you next.
 
Luke Rylands

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