The Bhagvad Gita in 54 Words

New Idol ( A NEW KRISHNA) asks

….Let me ask you, what is the value of a crown when it is not on anyone’s head? What is your answer? It depends on the viewer, I hear you think. It could be worthless to some, and it could be valuable to others. If valuable, where does the value come from, I ask you? From the touch of the head?

What if I ask what the value of your body is? What if I said it has been in touch with a royal, a prophet, or a god? How do you feel?

Who is he to ask all these questions? I hear you think. How do you feel? I can choose to be anything. There have been many before me and there will be many after me. And why do I choose to speak with you? To prove my existence? To prove my love? To prove anything? I will let you decide that yourself.

Where am I now, you may ask me? I will also let you decide that yourself.

There has been a lot written about me. There is a lot written on how to live your life. 

I love Indian crème fraîche. I like fruit. I like nuts. I like cows. I like milk. I like you too. I like music. Music is a kind of Yoga. In Indian music, the sounds of the Tanpura begin everything. The sound is the sound of the earth. Then other instruments blend in with this. Today’s music is good too. But does it remain?

I like chapattis, I like hot butter, I like buttermilk, I like fresh green vegetables, I like herbs, I like the piano, I like singing, I like jewellery, I like colour, I like softness, I like poetry, I like delicate kind words. Am I carrying on about this? I apologise if I am, but I feel I can. 

As I said, I like you. And I like silence. However, if I go quiet now, then this conversation ends. I would like to share a few things, so silence may not work now. 

Do you hear the voice from afar, melodious, don’t you think? Let me sing with it.

White is your crown

With white diamonds White is your paper crown in the poor man’s hut

White is the mist around it

White is the air,

when I sing this.

I close my eyes. 

White is the crown I see

White is the sparkle 

White is the rest

And White is your crown in my mind.

Do you like this? I think it is beautiful. The accompanying flute adds to the sense of delight, don’t you think?

I may be coming over as cheeky, but I have decided to talk here as I feel I need to. The first subject I want to bring to your attention is the four noble truths in Buddhism. You may know these; however, let me speak about them,

Noble Truth of Suffering,

Noble Truth of the Accumulation of Suffering, 

Noble Truth of the Elimination of Suffering,

Noble Truth of the Path that Leads away from Suffering. 

I don’t like the word suffering. It creates such a negative image, and everyone feels they need to run. Could I replace suffering with ‘Missing contentment’. You may have another word. Perhaps inner disharmony. Suffering evokes thoughts of should and that, as you know, is a word I don’t like. The singer has started again. Can you hear?

Gold is the pin in your hair

Gold is the imagination of your lover

Be it gold or stone

Gold is the style of your hair

Elegant is the way the gold pin sits on your hair.

Let me now talk of the eightfold path in Buddhism,

1. Right View,

2. Right Intention,

3. Right Speech, 

4. Right Action,

5. Right Livelihood,

6. Right Effort,

7. Right Mindfulness. 

8. Right Concentration.

Wonderful values, wonderful aspirations. However, do you feel a strain on achieving these? Do you sense pressure on yourself? This is not intended. In a way, these are goals for you to get to, and when you reach these, you will hardly notice. So should this journey be taken walking, running, sleeping, meditating, singing, or dancing?

Again, I will let you decide this.

The voice from afar is light blue and with many instruments joining it.

Purple is your clarity. Purple is the head ornament decorating the edge of the hairline on your forehead

Golden are your eyes

Pink is the background to your home; pink is what you wear today

Are you navy blue or black?

Indigo blue are the songs around you, 

and in the feather in your head

Is the light blue sky whispering something to me?

I listen and admire the small green touches in your yellow and orange smiling flower garland 

Offerings sit on a table covered in a red cloth

below which sings a poet holding a Tanpura.

I am noting that your eyes are shut like mine- in the blissfulness of that song. While you are sitting with such ease, may I also give you a summary. What is this summary about? You decide. Actually, it's the BHAGVAD GITA  in 54 WORDS

Real me 

Entity below Nature

What after Death

Forces of Evolution

A summary of a Summary 

Who am I

Everyday me

Selfless Service

Have no selfish attachments 

The War within us 

How Faith works 

Offer all to me

Nurturing Devotion

Good and Evil

Matter and Spirit 

Meditation

How Actions are born 

Work and Perfection

I urge you to gaze at a tree and wonder how it combats gravity so elegantly, grows and gives pleasure, its branches stretched upward like arms.

I also note you are thinking of the Ant nebula, the hour-glass nebula, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, and how to tell the future. I also hope you are continuing to enjoy the light blue voice from afar.

Purple is your clarity

Purple is the head ornament decorating

the edge of the hairline on your forehead

Golden are your eyes

Pink is the background to your shrine, pink is what you wear today

Are you navy blue or black?

Indigo blue are the songs around you, 

and in the feather in your head

Is the light blue sky whispering something to me?

I listen and admire the small green touches in your yellow and orange smiling flower garland 

Offerings sit on a table covered in a red cloth

below which sings a poet holding a Tanpura.

I smile today as the first people have built a house on the new planet like Earth discovered some years ago. Man has so much more to discover. Today is the 14th of August.

I know you have many questions and many answers, but as I said, I like silence. Some try to know me, some try to understand me, some analyse me, and some just enjoy me. Let me leave you with that thought. I leave you now with love, reminding you that I am always around in one way or the other, especially when there is despair. I am also in raagas, Poetry, and Dance. Rumi has created a special dance. Try it.

red naan

orange nachos

yellow nail-bed

green nadir

light blue nail polish

naïve indigo blue

navy blue natural gas

pink naturist

gold navel

purple nazareth

nearby gold

white neck

    red déjà vu 

        orange dejeuner

yellow d'oyly carte

green dabble

light blue dabbler

indigo blue dachau navy blue dacoit

pink dad

gold daffodil

daft purple gold dagger daily white

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