Monday, March 5, 2007

work is worship.........???

W.O.R.K..with a capital W...yet another monologue that screcches to a halt at the full stop at the end of this blog. hmmmmm......let talk about work...what is work to you? a means of getting out of the home? a means of feeling useful? a mthod to justify your existence? or most commonly, the money maker.Well folks, science dictates that money makes the world go round. So does religion. Do you really want me to get into details? then scrap me / mail me, and we'll start a dialogue.
Desultory thoughts coming back to the path......of Work!!! Work is worship.....Taking a trajectory on the same .......
Work is Worship

-Translated from a discourse given by Sant Shri Asaramji Bapu
'The Supreme Soul from Whom has this whole of universe originated & because of Whom is it existing, by worshipping Him with ones day-to-day jobs & activities, one can attain the supreme state.

(Shrimad Bhagvad Geeta: 18.46)

Check this: a 7th standard kids kid....Work is worship

Work is natural to man. It is work that adds meaning to life. Without it life is dull, uninteresting and monotonous. Honest labour is also praise and a prayer to God. Great civilisation and culture is always an achievement of great toil and labour.

Man is the crown of creation only because he is skilled and capable of hard work. His mind can guide him to choose the right work and guide it to its logical conclusion. An idle man is generally an unhappy person while an idle mind is the devil's workshop. Nations become great when their manpower is fully and suitably employed. Without work life is not worth living.

Nilima Pant, VII A
New Delhi: Hill Grove Public School, Safdarjung Enclave

Get this .........A white Swami in hawaii........swami bodhinatha veylanswami....well this sage of sorts........has an itnersting take on integrating work and worhsip.......
Over the last year, i have met with a surprising number of Hindus visiting our Hawaii temple and monastery who have shared the concern that "We are so busy with our professional and family life that we have little or no time to devote to religion." Their perspective is based on the concept that work and worship are totally separate. Worship is what is done in the temple and shrine room. Work is what is done in the fields, the factory or the office. The attitude is, "We are working to earn money to support ourselves; we are worshiping to receive the blessings of the Gods." The two realms are unrelated when viewed in this way.

This, of course, is not the highest Hindu perspective. Great souls tell us that work—when performed in the right spirit—is worship. What is it that transforms work from a secular pursuit into a religious one? It is the overview that through the process of living life we unfold spiritually. It is the knowing that through fulfilling our natural duties in life, honestly and to the best of our ability, we make spiritual progress. Why? Because work puts us in situations where we interact with other people, especially when we hold our dharmic responsibility over an extended period. Through interacting with others, we learn important lessons and, as a result, gradually deepen our understanding, improve our behavior and become a more spiritual person.

Ok, if you fell asleep, i could stop, but if you think ur still looking for purpose......Not all of you will find it in work. Its jsut that work is usually the easiest means for us to jsutify our existence. What are we meant to do? Can anyone say I was meant to be a good son? thats it.....Socially, i think they'd scream.....Hey Faggot!!!! no offense anyone!!! ,.....
Indians lean towards work dictating their life, let it take over every sphere. The western community, (in my blog .my opinion get it!!)sees work as a means to earn money.

I mean one of the poem's that I think captivate my thoughts, yes I did read poetry once upon a childhood.
Read on..

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By Wm. Henry Davies.
(Wm. Henry Davies (1871-1940) is to be considered as the poet of the tramps. Born at Newport, Wales in the UK, Davies came to America from Great Britain and lived the life of a vagabond. One day, as the result of jumping a train, he lost one of legs. Davies returned to England where he continued to live the life of a tramp and a pedlar. He wrote poetry (presumably he did right along) and, eventually, he determined to print his own book and did so with the little money he earned panhandling. A copy of this first work, A Soul's Destroyer, came into the hands of George Bernard Shaw; which, in turn, led to the popularization of the poet.

Well now thats some food for thought. Dont burp!!! cheers, G

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