It is the joy of nature when the mortal un-naturally forgets his source of which he is a conscious derivative.
As the spider patterns the web by its own secretion and withdraws it by its own discretion, the Supreme Lord creates and dissolutes His cosmic creation through His own free will and desire.
As the lotus remains unaffected amidst the sinking mud and stinking mire, the immortal soul remains untouched from the mortal body and the material creation.
The newborn cuckoo returns to his mother after taking birth inside the crow’s nest. But the nourishment with the crows never affects the sweetness of the cuckoo’s voice. Similarly you, the part of the Divine can never be permanent in this alien world and will return to your creator one day, in your purest native form.
Human birth is not to synthesize the mechanical repetition of his mortality but to apparently synchronize the Divine breath with the timelessly chanting infinite Divine consciousness.
It is the joy of nature when the mortal un-naturally forgets his source of which he is a conscious derivative.
