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उद्धव उवाच

विदन्ति माः प्रायेण विषयान् पदमापदाम्।
तथापि भुञ्जते कृष्ण तत् कथं श्वखराजवत्॥८॥

उद्धवजीने पूछा-भगवन्! प्रायः सभी मनुष्य इस बातको जानते हैं कि विषय विपत्तियोंके घर हैं; फिर भी वे कुत्ते, गधे और बकरेके समान दुःख सहन करके भी उन्हींको ही भोगते रहते हैं। इसका क्या कारण है?॥८॥

श्रीभगवानुवाच

अहमित्यन्यथाबुद्धिः प्रमत्तस्य यथा हृदि।
उत्सर्पति रजो घोरं ततो वैकारिकं मनः॥९॥

भगवान् श्रीकृष्णने कहा-प्रिय उद्धव! जीव जब अज्ञानवश अपने स्वरूपको भूलकर हृदयसे सूक्ष्म-स्थूलादि शरीरोंमें अहंबुद्धि कर बैठता है जो कि सर्वथा भ्रम ही है-तब उसका सत्त्वप्रधान मन घोर रजोगुणकी ओर झुक जाता है; उससे व्याप्त हो जाता है॥९॥

रजोयुक्तस्य मनसः सङ्कल्पः सविकल्पकः।
ततः कामो गुणध्यानाद् दुःसहः स्याद्धि दुर्मतेः॥१०॥

बस, जहाँ मनमें रजोगुणकी प्रधानता हुई कि उसमें संकल्प विकल्पोंका ताँता बँध जाता है। अब वह विषयोंका चिन्तन करने लगता है और अपनी दुर्बुद्धिके कारण कामके फंदेमें फँस जाता है, जिससे फिर छुटकारा होना बहुत ही कठिन है॥१०॥

करोति कामवशगः कर्माण्यविजितेन्द्रियः।
दुःखोदर्काणि सम्पश्यन् रजोवेगविमोहितः।

अब वह अज्ञानी कामवश अनेकों प्रकारके कर्म करने ल है और इन्द्रियोंके वश होकर, यह जानकर भी कि इन कर्मोका फल दुःख ही है, उन्हींको करता है, उस समय वह रजोगणी वेगसे अत्यन्त मोहित रहता है॥११॥

रजस्तमोभ्यां यदपि विद्वान् विक्षिप्तधीः पुनः।
अतन्द्रितो मनो युञ्जन् दोषदृष्टिर्न सज्जते॥१२॥

यद्यपि विवेकी पुरुषका चित्त भी कभी-कभी रजोगुण और तमोगुणके वेगसे विक्षिप्त होता है तथापि उसकी विषयोंमें दोषदष्टि बनी रहती है; इसलिये वह बड़ी सावधानीसे अपने चित्तको एकाग्र करनेकी चेष्टा करता रहता है, जिससे उसकी विषयोंमें आसक्ति नहीं होती॥१२॥

अप्रमत्तोऽनुयुञ्जीत मनोमय्यर्पयञ्छनैः।
अनिर्विण्णो यथाकालं जितश्वासो जितासनः॥१३॥

साधकको चाहिये कि आसन और प्राणवायुपर विजय प्राप्तकर अपनी शक्ति और समयके अनुसार बड़ी सावधानीसे धीरे-धीरे मुझमें अपना मन लगाये और इस प्रकार अभ्यास करते समय अपनी असफलता देखकर तनिक भी ऊबे नहीं, बल्कि और भी उत्साहसे उसीमें जुड़ जाय॥१३॥

एतावान् योग आदिष्टो मच्छिष्यैः सनकादिभिः।
सर्वतो मन आकृष्य मय्यद्धावेश्यते यथा॥१४॥

प्रिय उद्धव! मेरे शिष्य सनकादि परमर्षियोंने योगका यही स्वरूप बताया है कि साधक अपने मनको सब ओरसे खींचकर विराट् आदिमें नहीं, साक्षात् मुझमें ही पूर्णरूपसे लगा दें॥१४॥

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Kali

BABY DARLING, what is the very first thing you remember? Is it not lying on mother’s lap, and looking up into her eyes, and laughing?

Did you ever play hide and seek with mother? Mother’s eyes shut, and baby was not. She opened them, and there was baby! Then baby’s eyes shut, and where was mother? But they opened again, and—oh!

When mother’s eyes were shut, where was she? There all the time? But you could not see her eyes. Yet she was there.

Baby, some people think God is just like that. A great great Mother—so great that all this big world is Her baby. God is playing with Her world, and She shuts Her eyes. Then, all our lives long, baby darling, we try to catch the Great Mother peeping. And if any of us can do that, if any of us can look into the eyes of God, just once, just for a minute,—do you know what happens? . . . That person at once knows all secrets, and he becomes strong and wise and loving, and he never, never forgets that moment.

And when you win like that, when you catch the Mother looking, something else happens. Something lovely. All Her other children come and play with you. The little birds come, and the wee lambs love you, and the wild rabbits touch your feet, and the poor children in the streets, who are cold and hungry perhaps—poor children that the Great Mother loves most of all, because they seem to have no father or mother, and perhaps no home—poor children trust you, and make a place for you with them. We are all sitting on the Mother’s lap, but these sit closest of all to Her breast.

And what do we call the Mother with Her eyes shut? We call her Kali.

Were you ever for a very few minutes, unhappy? And did mother, or nurse, or auntie, or someone else, come and pick you up, and love you, and kiss you, till you were not unhappy any more?

Sometimes God is like that too. We get so frightened because those eyes will not open. We want to stop the game. We don’t like it. We feel alone, and far away and lost. Then we cry out. It has grown quite dark, and still the Mother’s eyes are shut. Let us play no longer. So we feel some-times.

But the eyes are not shut, really. We think so, because it is dark all round. Just at that moment when you cried out, the beautiful eyes of the Mother opened and looked at Her child like two deep wells of love. And you, if you had seen, would have stopped playing all at once, and saying “Kali! Kali!” you would have hidden your little face on the Mother’s shoulder, and listened to the beating of her heart instead!

And so, wee one, will you remember that the Great Mother Kali is everywhere? Even when she seems to be far away, it is only that you cannot see Her eyes. This mother goes away, and you cannot see her. But Kali is always there, always loving, and always ready to play with Her child.

And will you sometimes remember to stop playing, just for a minute, and to fold your little hands, and say, “Dear Mother Kali, let me see Your eyes!”

There is another game of hide-and-seek that the Great Mother plays. This is more like a fairy story. She hides sometimes in other people. She hides in anything. Any day you might see Her eyes, just looking into mother’s, or playing with a kitten, or picking up a bird that had fallen from its nest. Under all these forms you may find God playing at hide-and-seek!

When there is something to do for someone—Kali is calling us to play. We lave that play. She Herself said once (She was hiding in someone, and He said it for Her). “Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of the least of these, My little ones, ye did it unto Me.” Is not that like a fairy story! And what funny places She, the Great Mother, can hide in! Another time She said “Lift the stone, and thou shalt find Me. Cleave the wood, and there am I!” Did you ever lift a stone or break a piece of wood to see what was inside? Did you ever think that was God—at the heart of things? How beautifully Kali plays! You might find Her anywhere!

Does mother love baby when she is hiding from her? Why of course! else why should she hide? Even when her eyes are shut, is Mother loving baby? Why yes, see how she is laughing all the time!

And so with Kali. We need never he frightened, though Her eyes are long shut. She is laughing all the time. In Her own good time God will stop playing, and we shall look into Her eyes, and get away and away behind the world—straight “to the other end of nowhere,” all at once.

So let us always run to play when we are called. Remember, little one, if any need anything you can give, your Mother is calling you to find Her! If anyone ask for something you can do, it is really Mother saying “Peep childie!” or when a new person comes for you to love, Kali is saying “Here am I!”

There is something else. You love mother and father and auntie and nurse, and—, and—. Of course you do. Besides, they love you, and they are all so good and kind.

But far far away, mother has a brother, a big brother, like Holl. Do you love him too? Why? You never saw him. He never played with you.

No, but mother loves him. And you love all the people mother loves—don’t you dearie? And so we love all the people Kali loves. All the children She plays with, and the lambs, and the flowers, and the great trees, and the little fishes. She loves all these, and She loves too the stars in the sky. And so do we. For we are Her children, and everything that She loves we love too, because She is the Mother, and we cannot help it.

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Kali The Mother

ARISE, My child, and go forth a man! Bear manfully what is your lot to bear; that which comes to thy hand to be done, do with full strength and fear not. Forget not that I, the giver of manhood, the giver of womanhood, the holder of victory, am thy Mother.

Think not life is serious! What is destiny but thy Mother’s play? Come, be My playfellow awhile,—meet all happenings merrily.

You murmer of need of purpose? You think the ball is purposeless, with which the Mother plays? Don’t you know that Her toy is a thunderbolt, charged with power to shatter the worlds, at the turn of Her wrist? Ask not of plans. Needs the arrow any plan when it is loosed from the bow? Such art you. When the life is lived, the plan will stand revealed. Till then, O child of time, know nothing!

My sport is unerring. For that alone set forth on the day’s journey. Think it was for My pleasure you came forth into the world, and for that again, when night falls, and My desire is accomplished, I shall withdraw you to My rest. Ask nothing. See nothing. Plan nothing. Let My will flow through you, as the ocean through an empty shell.

But this thing understand. Not one movement shall be in vain. Not one effort shall fail at last. The dream shall be less, not greater, than the deed. Thou shalt go here or there for some petty reason, and thy going shall subserve great ends. Thou shalt meet and speak with many, but some few shall be Mine from the beginning. With these thou shall exchange a secret sign, and they shall follow with thee.

And that sign?

Deep in the heart of hearts of Mine own flashes the sacrificial knife of Kali. Worshippers of the Mother are they from their birth in Her incarnation of the sword. Lovers of death are they,—not lovers of life—and of storm and stress.

Such shall come to thee with torch unlit, for fire. My voice cries out over the teeming earth for lives, for the lives and blood of the crowned kings of men. Remember that I Who cry have shown also the way to answer. For of every kind has the mother been the first, for protection of her flock, to leap to death.

Religion, called by whatever name; has been ever the love of death. But to-day the flame of renunciation shall be lighted in My lands and consume men with a passion beyond control of thought. Then shall My people thirst for self-sacrifice as others for enjoyment. Then shall labour and suffering and service be counted sweet instead of bitter. For this age is great in time, and I, even I, Kali, am the Mother of the nations.

Shrink not from defeat, embrace despair. Pain is not different from pleasure, if I will both. Rejoice therefore, when you come to the place of tears, and see Me smile. At such spots do I keep My tryst with men, and fold them deep into My heart.

Uproot every interest that would conflict with Mine. Neither love, nor friendship, nor comfort, nor home, may make its voice heard when I speak. Pass from a palace to plunge into the ocean of terror,—from the chamber of ease to stand guard in a burning city. Know that as the one is unreal, so also is the other. Meet fate with a smile.

Look for no mercy for yourself, and I shall make you bearer of great vessels of mercy to others. Accept bravely your own darkness and your lamp shall cheer many. Fulfil gladly the meanest service, and leave high places unsought.

Be steadfast in the toil I set you. Weave well the warp into the woof. Shrink from no demand that the task makes on you. Feel no responsibility. Ask for no reward.

Strong, fearless, resolute,—when the sun sets, and the game is done, you shall know well, little one, that I, Kali, the giver of manhood, the giver of womanhood, and the withholder of victory, am thy Mother.

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