Fate of Beauty, Melody and Things Worldly
EVERYTHING in this world is constantly changing. The tree. bearing soft leaves and colourful flowers and laden with juicy fruits, gets, one day, robbed of all its majesty. It gets denuded of its tender leaves, dancing flowers and luscious-flavoury fruits. It stands there like a dry log of wood, hollow from within and waits for the day when a strong wind will bring it back to Mother Earth.
The cuckoo that used to sing melodious and melifluous songs, the sparrows that used to chirp and the pigeons that used to coo-coo for the joy of man, and the butterfly that, with the exquisite pattern on its wings-The handiwork of Nature-the Master Artist- suddenly stop one day the play of their wonderful music. Their melody fades away into silence and one finds them fallen from the tree-tops, down into the dust.
The trim, slim and elastic bodies of charming men and women, wobbing with life, get worn out in course of time and become like a rattling, ramshackle car. The charming form of a beauty-queen ultimately distinegrates into constituting elements. The beauty-lines change into wrinkles. The person whom one used to love more dearly than one’s own life is sntached away by cruel hands of what is called Death and one is left only to dream of him for a while but see him no more. Everything in this world thus meets its Fate yet man, so it seems, does not realise it. Like a camel driven by a rat, by his noose, man is being led by his senses-but where?
Man has become a bond-slave to the sense-objects. Little does he realise that all wordly things are in a state of flux and that the present phase will soon be over. He become so much bewitched by the outer appearance of things that he loses his balance and be- comes infatuated.
Yoga frees man from this state of helpless dependence on the gross and ephemeral things and enables him to attain eternal bliss and beauty of the form and spirit and the harmony of his mind and intellect.
A yogi, no doubt, enjoys the work of Nature and maintains peace and amity with the people and has a feeling of brotherly love for all but, deep in his mind, he has also the realisation that these are only the passing phases, the fleeting phenomena or the charming scenes, projected on a screen, and, therefore, he does not have any sense of infatuation or involvement.
