ancient_paztriot 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2003 Hridy: There's one statement ???, that any work which is not devartha, which is not meant as a sacrifice to God, it is karma-banda. Banda, the Sanskrit word from which comes our English word bondage… Bondage-banda… to bind, bondage. So karma-banda means the bondage of karma… is being bound by karma. So Krsna says ???, anything else which is not meant for God, it will… It's ironic because we try to avoid surrendering to God because we have an urge for freedom…somehow we don't want God to close in on us too much. Guest: ??? exploit. It's a matter of choice. Hridy: Yes, but still I think people avoid God's service thinking they want their freedom. They don't want to be… uh they don't want to be forced or they don't want to have to serve God. But you see, Krsna says by not serving God, then you loose your freedom actually. It's just like let's say - to give an example - that you dance… So let's say someone that is involved in dance. Now if you practice very strenuously, very seriously, and actually achieve mastery of dance, then you become free. Isn't it? When you achieve that mastery of the arts, then you're free. Then you can do anything freely. But if you have not mastered it, then you're restricted. You may want to move in a certain way, but you can't move like that. You see? Or just like if you're a pianist, you may want to move in a certain way… you cannot achieve it because you haven't got that mastery. So in the same way, it is by that surrender to God… If we master the art of serving God, then we become free. That's the freedom of the soul. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ancient_paztriot 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2003 While My Guitar Gentle Weeps - George Harrison Now look at you walk, see the love, love that's sleeping While my guitar gentle weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gentle weeps I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love I don't how someone controlled you They bought and sold you I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps There we mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gentle weeps (Instrumental) I don't know how you were diverted You were perverted too I don't know how you were inverted No one alerted you Now look at you walk, see the love, love that's sleeping While my guitar gentle weeps There look at you walk Still my guitar gentle weeps Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Govindaram 1 Report post Posted December 22, 2003 Hare Krishna Can I ask who Hridy is short for? I think i know but am not clear. Thankyou. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ancient_paztriot 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2003 Govindaram, "Hridy:" is an acromym I gave to Hridyananda das Gosvami, one of the original Prabhupada inheritors. (No, I don't want to get into that.) He finnished the Srimad-Bhagavatam translations and purports that Prabhupada left incomplete. In my opinion, he is a brilliant speaker and KC advocate. Definately one of the strongest soldiers against Maya on record. I advocate nothing beyond this. He preached around the world for many years. His arthritus became a big problem. He is now retired from formal preaching near the L.A. temple. He still participates in ISKCON management. SONG FOR ADAM by Jackson Browne Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well He was alone into his distance He was deep into his well I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I've been thinking that he fell Together we went traveling, as we received the call His destination India, and I had none at all Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall I sit before my only candle, but it's so little light to find my way Now this story unfolds before my candle Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day But I feel just like a candle in the way I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led Except for once in someone else's letter that I read Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way Now this journey appears before my candle As a song that's growing fainter the harder that I play But I fear before I end I'll fade away But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long And when I stood myself beside him, I never though I was as strong Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song Well I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he was wrong I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way Now this story's been laid beneath my candle And it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way I hope I'll get there, but I never pray Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ancient_paztriot 0 Report post Posted December 22, 2003 Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blueskies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. Shine on You Crazy Diamond VI-IX Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine! ..................................... Oh, I've gotta stop! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ancient_paztriot 0 Report post Posted December 23, 2003 Call It Love - by Poco We've got all night, let's take our time Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine When makes us feel better, call it love You say you won't, I say you will. You make me crazy, but I want you still When it makes us feel better… call it love. Do we tell the truth or do we live a lie? Is the feeling good? Is that what makes you cry? When you say those words, look me in the eye Tell me why you call it love I play my hand, you call my bluff We push each other till we've had enough When it's all you've got… call it love If I didn't have money would you want me still? When you look real close, do we fit the bill? Call it what you want, honey time will tell. (Instrumental) Do we tell the truth or do we live a lie? Is the feeliing good? Is that what makes you cry? When you say those words, look me in the eye Tell me why you call it love We got all night, let's take our time Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine When it makes us feel better, call it love. Chorus… Call it love When it's all you've got, call it love. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Indradyumna_das 0 Report post Posted December 23, 2003 My thoughts in short: Freedom ends when(where) the love begins. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted December 23, 2003 Haribol, heres a freedom song, sad, but factual chimes of freedom, bob dylan Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden as the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An' for the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flared An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching, whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
