Puppet doll - A poem written by Baba

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HomePuppet doll"For the present try to grasp the meaning of this song in folk

dance style; you will understand who this 'you' is, to a large extent. It is

possible you will get Vairagya detachment to a large extent through this.

Later, you will understand the meaning of what I have to say more clearly and

with greater ease. Do not merely read this song but think well on the meaning

of each word. The song will certainly turn your brain!"- Sai Baba

Swami: Listen, carefully.

Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! Thai! Dummysee the Tamasha play of this puppet doll.O

Jiva, listen to the long, long taleof its past, its future, behind and front!

It rolled at first in mushy mireof mother's womb, its prison dark.It came with

a whimper, but all aroundthey smiled in joy and feasts galore. 'O tragedy! I am

born again',it knew and wept, both loud and long.But all the while, they

caressed itand laughed to raise a laugh! In its own dirt it wallowed

day,without a sense of shame;it rose and fell, at every step,acting daily a

childish play. It runs and skips with gangs of chumsand learns a hundred tricks

and trades;it grows so tall and thick and broad;from year to year, very fast and

fair. It moves in pairs, and bills and coosin rosy rainbow style;it sings in

tunes unheard before,and quaffs the cup, unique and strange. 'Tis Brahma who

makes these dolls in pairsand dolls and dolls in millions,but this our puppet

does not knowwhen it plays with dollies: Thim! Thim! Thim! This Maya doll like

the holly bullhas the Thamas rope in nostril hole;lust and anger are the

scorpion whipswhich whack the back of the slave. It gloats with glee, when

others stopbefore it shuddering low;it doles them pain; but cannot beara

microscopic share! It swears and shouts and waves its armsand frets and fumes

with blood-red eyes;it is indeed a wondrous sight -possessed by devil ire! It

scans and spells, it scribbles and swots,it does not know the reason why,it

runs in panic trying to gleanfodder for belly, willy or nilly. Ah, did you see

this queer little dummy,with so many books in its tummy,turning and twisting in

jealousy greenwhen a learned doll encounters it? And, you should hear its secret

cluckwhen a shameful sensual urge,a wicked lurking greedis satisfied in sin! It

proudly pats; what? its own back!For beauty, brawn, vitality.While all the time

and step by stepit moves towards senility. It totters and blinks through

wrinkles and folds;and when the children cry,'old ape', 'old ape'it gapes and

grins a toothless grin -its bones do clatter so! Unto the last, it is lost in

fear,wear and tear and many a tearsome fray!Of what avail, O dummy doll, your

gasp and groan,your needs must meet the doom. Aha! The bird! It shakes its

wings!It files out, brrrr, from out the cage of skin.Empty, it tightens;

vacant, it straightens;o, drag it out of sight; it bloats and stinks. The

elements join their parents five;the doll's desires are dust and ash;why weep,

you fools, when one of youfalls on the crowded stage? Uncles, cousins, aunts

and friendsmarch in gloom until door of room!The Maya doll, alas, forgot its

kin,the divine name, redeemer true! O Jiva, do not lean upon this slender

reed;just a sneeze! This frail skin boatendowed with thrice three leakswill

plunge you, middle stream! This puppet weeps, it sleeps and wakes,When the

string is pulled by unseen handThe Lord it is, who stands behind,But the dummy

swears, it is I, I, I. Dharma, Karma are the hardy stringsHe tightens or He

loosens.Unaware, the puppet swaggerscriss-cross, on the planks. It takes the

world as stable -this silly strutting dummy!A twinkle! He winds up the

show!Exit the pomp and pride! O Jiva, you have wadedthrough ant and snake and

bird;seek and find without delay,the road to lasting bliss! Bless your luck!

You now can seeSai Krishna, He has come!Be kin with him and you will knowyour

what and why and how. A million words so clever and nice,can they appease your

hunger's maw?Light the lamp of the soul instead,and, freed from bondage, run

out and play. This song that tells of dummy dollmakes Jiva sad and wise! I

know;but, Jiva! See the Leela grand of Sathya Sai Nathand - Know Thyself!

 

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