Mother, I have none else to blame…
Alas! I sink in the well these very hands have dug…
With the six passions for my spade,
I dug a pit in the sacred land of earth;
And now the dark water of death gushes forth!
How can I save myself, O my Redeemer?
Surely I have been my own enemy;
How can I now ward off this
dark water of death?
Behold, the waters rise to my chest!
How can I save myself? O Mother, save me!
Thou art my only Refuge;
with Thy protecting glance,
Take me across to the other shore of the world.
In its fullness the basic tragedy of our daily life leads to such spiritual crisis about
which Ramprasad laments before the Divine Mother.
So then, the basic tragedy of our life is…
(A) our inability to do the thing we know to be right and helpful
(B) our incapacity TO desist from doing what we know to be wrong, unhelpful, if not disastrous
We know it is good to use polite, decent and restrained language in our daily dealings
at home, on the street, in business, in politics, in society. But, in spite of ourselves, we use wrong language from which arise many dissensions, small and big, at home, in society, in rational and international affairs. Very often we do not remember the power of words, their capacity to break or make, wound or heal. Store often, our will just fails to carry into practice what we know about the power of words. Through use of wrong language we are apt to make such wounds in others' hearts as will not be easily healed or we may anger people to such an extent that dire consequences may follow. And we ourselves shall have to reap them however bitter they may be.
We know that it is beneficial to live a moral life, yet, in spite of ourselves, we
commit sinful acts. And having committed them we have to take their painful
consequences. We can give away our entire property but there is no way of giving away
the fruits of our karma. We shall have to enjoy or suffer them ourselves. We know it is good to live according to the commandments of religion and obey the precepts of the Guru. We know it is good to get up early in the morning and practise spiritual disciplines. But when in the morning the alarm clock dutifully rings, we feel annoyed and silence it as though it had committed some crime and then pull the blanket over the nose and sleep half an hour more only to hurry and worry all day long. In the evening when we return home we are a mass of tension and so highly inflammable that any little thing is apt to set
things on fire.