In one of his famous poems, T.S. Eliot (Choruses from The Rock) makes
\na very significant observation about the time we are living in today,
\nwhich comes close to the ulatbaansis (paradoxes) of our very own
\nmystic poet Kabir. He says: \u201cMen have left God not for other gods,
\nthey say, but for no God; and this has never happened before\/that men
\nboth deny gods and worship gods\u2026 In an age which advances
\nprogressively backwards?\u201dYes, it is a very big question. Are we moving
\nforward or backwards? Are we progressing or regressing? Superficially,
\nwe seem to have leaped very high, dizzying heights, never seen before,
\nbut as far as the state of love, consciousness, non-violence,
\ncompassion, sensitivity and poetic creativity is concerned, it is
\nbecoming very dry. We reason a lot and indulge in all kinds of clever
\nmind games, logic-chopping, but heart-to-heart connectivity between
\nhuman beings is fading away very fast. And with this, the sacred
\nfeeling of divinity is disappearing. We have forgotten the prophetic
\nwords of Jesus: \u201cMan does not live by bread alone…\u201d<\/p>\n
Osho describes the present situation: Yes, something has happened that
\nhas never happened before: for the first time in the evolution of
\nhuman consciousness, man stands alienated from God. Man stands
\nseparated from existence. Man stands lonely, with no companion, in
\ngreat darkness, with no light to lead him, to guide him. Man has never
\nbeen in such despair, man has never been in such a state of
\nhomelessness.<\/p>\n
We have created sky scrappers, and they make humans feel dwarfs. Every
\nday such monstrous buildings are competing with the other buildings in
\nheights. The trees look very tiny. Not long ago it used to be the
\nother way, trees were higher than our homes giving us abundant oxygen
\nand prana energy.<\/p>\n
What we have now, is fumes of thousands of vehicles in a congested
\narea. It is really a miracle how we are adjusting to all this un-godly
\nprana-sucking deadly situation in a concrete jungle.
\nOsho reminds us: Man had always lived with nature. To live with nature
\nis to live with God in an indirect way, because nature reflects God in
\na thousand and one ways. The growing trees, faraway call of the
\ncuckoo, winds in the pine trees, rivers moving towards the ocean and
\nthe proud mountains standing in the sun and the starry night, and it
\nis impossible not to be reminded of some invisible hands. It is
\nimpossible not to see that existence is not dead, but alive. The ocean
\nheaves, breathes; the whole existence is a growing phenomenon. It is
\nnot dead, it cannot be dead.<\/p>\n
Everything is growing. Because of this growing experience man has
\nremained constantly aware of some invisible, mysterious force behind
\nit all. That force is called God. God is not a person, but just a
\npresence. When you go deep into the Himalayas, you again feel a kind
\nof reverence, awe and you wonder. Again you feel something that was
\nvery easily available to the primitive man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In one of his famous poems, T.S. Eliot (Choruses from The Rock) makes a very significant observation about the time we are living in today, which comes close to the ulatbaansis (paradoxes) of our very own mystic poet Kabir. He says: \u201cMen have left God not for other gods, they say, but for no God; … Continue reading Drifting from divinity<\/span>