No human can be happy unless it discovers the sources of happiness. Happiness does not drop from the blue sky, suddenly. It is an expression we use for perfection. Wherever there is perfection, there is happiness. There is happiness in health, there is happiness in mental stability, there is happiness in social solidarity, there is happiness in national security and so on and so forth. Wherever there is harmony among the constituents of a defined pattern of living, there is happiness. Happiness is only a name, a term that we give to the perfection attained on account of a harmony brought about among the constituents of a well defined setup. You are a manager, for example, and you have a to manage certain people and activity. The management implies your relationship with the constituents of the company. The constituents need not necessarily be human beings; they can be even geographical conditions, and so on. It is a very complicated system. So, first of all, you have to be clear in your mind as to what sort of progress or perfection you are expected to introduce in the office over which you have control. A manager is an all-in-all person. He or she has every kind of responsibility and is like a king without a crown on its head.
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A little white Cloud loved the Mountain,
She hung in the sky all day,
And gazed with rather a timid smile
To where, beneath her full many a mile,
The earth and the loved one lay.
The Mountain was silent and lonely,
And grim in the light of dawn,
And ever and aye he cast his eyes
In longing hope to the distant skies
Where little white clouds are born.
Till a breeze in the evening passing
Took pity upon her vow,
And very tenderly lifted down
The virgin Cloud, till her fleecy crown
Was set on the Mountain's brow.
And they loved with a silent ardour
So great that she soon was slain,
And drop by drop from her tender breast
The life-blood flowed o'er his rock-bound crest,
And fell to the earth in rain.
But she left him to keep for ever,
As solace in endless woe
Her soul, and now through the changing years,
Come shine, come shade, or come smiles, or tears,
It lies on his breast as snow.
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"Rub Out the Ego!"
Swami Tapovanam told Swamiji to make a trip to the plains, and wander around as a renunciate,
living as a beggar among those he had once emulated. . “This will rub out your ego! To have the experience of the Divine is not enough. You must be able to keep that vision through all your activities.
Go down to the plains and keep your mananam (continual reflection), where it is the most difficult. Adversities of life will prevent you from falling into the dangers of complacency and self-contentment in your
Swamiji wrote of this journey:
Thus, it was in May 1951, I walked down from the heights of Gangotri to Rishikesh, and from there moved on to Delhi with a plan to set out on an all-India pilgrimage, visiting all the important spiritual centers,
to see how others were serving the Hindu brethren. .
I traveled on foot some six months; living on bhiksha (begged food), sleeping in ashrams, temples, and under wayside trees. Swamiji was correct — it was quite an experience in rubbing off the ego. Education, social status,
family connections, prejudices, sham values — these were no longer mine. .
When people do not know who you are, they consider you an inconvenient beggar, a worthless monk, an unproductive member of the community. .
And they insult you with looks of abhorrence as if you were something the cat dragged in. If you ask me, this kind of discipline is the best cure for the ego-disease."
From Delhi, he went to South India and to Arunachala where he met the celebrated saint, Sri Ramana Maharshi.
He had a one-on-one satsanga with the saint, they discussed the various spiritual centers in the Himalayas.
Next he went to Kanyakumari at the southernmost tip of India and on toward his hometown Kerala, where talks of his were organized. .
Six months after he had begun the journey, Swamiji completed his tour and returned to Uttarkashi.