Imagine Sri Krishna, leaning against a blossoming Kadamba tree, his eyes shining with the joy of existence, glistening with love, his soft blue skin that makes silk seem like sandpaper, a peacock feather in his hair, cradling a flute in his hands and filling it with his breath... This is the most beautiful and timeless image, captivating the hearts of millions of devotees. Our bodies are like the flute. By itself, inert, a hollow piece of wood. But the lord holds that flute in his hands, it becomes a thing of beauty. Similarly, only through contact with the paramatma does our body gain sentience. Only when there is life in the body does it have any value. Otherwise it is just some rotting flesh. Now, the true worth, the true beauty of that flute is manifest only when the lord brings it to his lips and fills the void within it with his own breath. In many places it is said that the vedas are the breath of bhagavan. Therefore, he is filling that emptiness within us, that desire for joy, the craving for satisfaction, with the essence of vedanta. Now, filled with this divine knowledge of the self, all our actions become beautiful and harmonious, like the sweet music that comes from Krishna's flute. Not only is it a personal delight, but a delight to the heart every single entity who comes in contact with such a divinized soul. And long after the flute has been set down, the song resonates within the hearts of one and all. And whoever hears that song does not remember the flute, they remember the lord alone, who was acting through that flute. Let us remember, that wherever we are, we are held in Krishna's soft palm. Let us aim to be like the flute of bhagavan, giving joy to all, so that our true divinity may shine forth and express itself in the hearts of all, evoking love for the lord wherever we go.
Beautiful Bhaskar - thanks for sharing that. If only we can be just an instrument of the Divine - then we can help spread divine love everywhere
That was really beautiful Bhaskar...I can see Him when I close my eyes...just as you describe Him too...the beautiful flute player...
We Are As the Flute- Rumi We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat: our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely! Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, that we should remain in being beside thee? We and our existences are really non-existence; thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment. Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: may that which is unseen not fail from us! Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
I so love this thread...so I thought I'd bump it...with a little addition of course: The Golden Flute A sea of Peace and Joy and Light Beyond my reach I know. In me the storm-tossed weeping night Finds room to rage and flow. I cry aloud, but all in vain; I helpless, the earth unkind What soul of might can share my pain? Death-dart alone I find. A raft am I on the sea of Time, My oars are washed away. How can I hope to reach the clime Of God's eternal Day? But hark! I hear Thy golden Flute, Its notes bring the Summit down. Now safe am I, O Absolute! Gone death, gone night's stark frown! -Sri Chinmoy
By means of his flute, Krishna fills himself and the universe with bliss. He distracts everyone and everything from normal activity and enchants them to revel in ecstasy. His flute sends shudders of delight to the very foundations of the world. Natural laws fall away as rocks and trees respond to his call and stars wander from their courses. The sound of his flute puts an abrupt end to man's mechanical, habitual activity as well as to the predictable movements of nature. His music explodes upon the world and society insisting that all else be forgotten. It is time, it proclaims, to join in his symphony of joy, to frolic in the forest, to scamper in play, to realize every dream that one has ever dreamed in his world of infinite possibility. -- David Kinsley
Another Rumi masterpiece: 'Tis said, the pipe and lute that charm our ears Derive their melody from rolling spheres; But Faith, o'erpassing speculation's bound, Can see what sweetens every jangled sound. We, who are parts of Adam, heard with him The song of angels and of seraphim. Out memory, though dull and sad, retains Some echo still of those unearthly strains. Oh, music is the meat of all who love, Music uplifts the soul to realms above. The ashes glow, the latent fires increase: We listen and are fed with joy and peace.
No Conflict No Conflict When the flute is playing For then I see every movement emanates From God's Holy Dance. -Hafiz
Heart's Wisdom It was within yourself, what Heaven brought. What comes from God is in your heart the wine Of Bliss and Wisdom. It will ne'er be found By those who do not stand on sacred ground. The singing of the flute came from Above; The flute was in my heart; the song was Love. It was the Ocean's endless melody: A song of God and of Eternity. -Frithjof Schuon
Within the symphony there is destruction, nothing lost without construction, The loss of less for the gain of more, We're scraps of flesh upon the butchers floor. Can you see what you've become, from where you came, from what you run? You ignore the past which you have lost, for your future, at such a cost. The loss of soul, in exchange for bliss, No love for God, just a junkies kiss, the desire for pleasure consumes loyalty, to the one truth that can see you free. The oneness you seek repulses me, no care for God, or for me, indifferent minds with indifferent faith, seeking bliss instead of me. God may move me and all of us, but without me to move, God's love is lost, those who seek eternal bliss, without love for self, will always miss, the one chance they have to make it right, to be with God in eternal night. For you see, God want's us in love and truth, Without God's lovers this bliss is empty fruit, A cruel meal that does not fill, a nothingness that is not willed, a pathetic cruel creation that does not care, BlackBillBlake, you better beware, Bhaskar too, all who lie, desiring bliss that will never die. Deny your self? You deny God's desire, you have earned your place in the cleansing fire, the place of learning, a place called hell, the last place you look for wisdoms swell, you will see where your path leads, into knowledge of our Lord's primal needs, that bliss is not enough, without you and me.
Umm...this doesn't really fit in this thread, Kharakov....and its really not nice of you to individually attack members of this forum...esp. when this is supposed to be a thread about love and the music of Bhagavan Sri Krishna's flute. I'd kindly ask that you'd please remove it...and it you still feel you must post it...to find another place for it...imho it doesn't belong here... *peace and love* Nicole
That which dies is the body, That which is reborn is the ego. That which is insulted is the intellect, That which is angered is the mind. That which is immortal is me, that which is birthless is me. That which is peaceful, eternal and free, that supreme divinity is me.
