our connection with this mother Earth.. is for ever..

A mind full of earthly thoughts on the Earth's Day..

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We have to respect, not only respect, we have to revere, love.. our mother earth..

She is all that we really have..

She is so beautiful, though she is very very old..

She is benevolent beyond all limits..

She is forgiving beyond all limits..

She is called kshama...

kshama means patience..

she will just laugh away all the damage being perpetrated on her..

But then she might be dying a gradual death..

Can we afford it..?

Our connection with our biological mothers would end once the umblical chord is cut..

But our connection with this mother Earth.. is for ever..

In fact we are born in her,

live with her

and have to choose her womb only for our eternal sleep..

Our forefathers always knew the worth of this benevolent matriarch..

who is the ultimate role model in sacrifice..

but her sacrifice now turns into self immolation..

And her children are callous,

inconsiderate,

selfish,

murderous.

As she receives all our onslaughts,

we increase the pace of contaminating her surface, her air,

We add poison to her surface, we infuse more poison into her innards..

We are thankless..

But we are just ensuring our own destruction as a race..

We have to wake up.. and act..

We have to love our mother earth..

We have to have at least a little care for this grand old lady,

our own mother,

our mother's mother,

and the mother of our grandparents of all generations..

and the mother of our children and grandchildren and all the generations to come too.

For Vedic rites,

collecting twigs,

kusha and doova grass,

clay or mud from the colonies of ants,

all were done after invoking the permission of the herb or creature concerned..

and mother earth too..

Permission is sought from the trees and plants before Bilva and Thulasi are plucked..

Above all, it was the custom to cut small twigs from certain trees with thorny branches, which oozed milk too, and use them for cleaning the teeth every morning..

Even for that, there is a mantra requesting the plant to give permission, and bless us with health because we used their branch for our own purification..

We really know how to love our mother earth and the constituents who live along with us..

But nowadays we appear to veer towards callous neglect to respect such things, maybe because we have started to take things for granted..

Anyway, one alternate name for Mother Earth is Kshama which means patience..

So we can hope that She will pardon us.

We can hope so , but her patience can be her death, and our death too..

Can we afford that..

A mind full of earthly thoughts on the Earth's Day..

one alternate name for Mother Earth is Kshama which means patience

For Vedic rites, collecting twigs, kusha and doova grass, earth from the colonies of ants, all were done after invoking the permission of the herb or creature concerned.. permission is sought from the trees and plants before Bilva and Thulasi are plucked.. 

Above all, it was the custom to cut small twigs from certain trees with thorny branches, which oozed milk too, and use them for cleaning the teeth every morning.. 

Even for that, there is a mantra requesting the plant to give permission, and bless us with health because we used their branch for our own purification..

We really know how to love our mother earth and the constituents who live along with us.. 

But nowadays we appear to veer towards callous neglect to respect such things, maybe because we have started to take things for granted..

Anyway, one alternate name for Mother Earth is Kshama which means patience.. So we can hope that She will pardon us.

Mend your ways or choose to perish

the earth is our mother.. mother of each living being..

and everything on earth has a right to our love and care.. not only fellow humans, the entire flora and fauna should be dear to us.. Every speck on soil on this planet is sacred..
True, nature has deemed it fit that we cannot exist or sustain our lives without making the mother's lap dirty.. We breathe in Oxygen and give out Carbon-dioxide.. We consume fine food and give back dirt.. But these are inevitable,, and in her abundance of love for her children, mother earth has already found ways and means to recycle out toxic products and restore the balance.


But as we progress in our race for greater comforts, we are creating more and more waste, that too more durable and persistent waste which nature cannot recycle..
There we are making our mother sick, and in turn, we are inviting maladies and final annihilation for us as a race and biological species..

We have to think.. not only think, we have to act, we have to strive to correct ourselves..

The slogan is

Mend your ways or choose to perish

may the entire universe be pleased...

ये देवासो दिव्येकादश स्थ पृथिव्यामध्येकादश स्थ | 

अप्सुक्षितो महिनैकादश स्थ ते देवासो यज्ञमिमं जुषध्वम् ||

ഏതൊരു ദേവന്മാര്‍ പതിനൊന്നു രൂപങ്ങളില്‍ ആകാശത്തിന്റെ മധ്യത്തിലും, ഭൂമിയുടെ മധ്യത്തിലും ജലത്തിന്റെ നടുവിലും നിലകൊള്ള്ന്നുവോ ആ ദേവന്മാര്‍ എല്ലാം ഈ യജ്ഞം ഭുജിക്കട്ടെ

ये देवताये दिव्यलोक, पृथिवी और अंतरिक्ष में ग्यारह के संख्या में रहते है | आप हमारी आहुति ग्रहण करे ||

this Rigvedic Mantra is chanted when food is offered to a Leanred Brahmin or a great Yati.

Here, the assumption that through their mouths, the Food in the shape of Yajna goes to all devas who are occupying the heaven, earths and the water in eleven forms..( The eleven Rudras?

And that all forces of nature are satisfied and become benevolent to the occupants of the earth.

The difference between Vishnu and Shiva 

is only our invention.. it is not envisaged in the Religion) Rigveda 1.139.11

chandrakalabham chaarthiyurangum

ചന്ദ്രകളഭം ചാര്‍ത്തിയുറങ്ങും തീരം
ഇന്ദ്രധനുസ്സിന്‍ തൂവല്‍ പൊഴിയും തീരം
ഈ മനോഹരതീരത്തു തരുമോ
ഇനിയൊരു ജന്മം കൂടി
എനിക്കിനിയൊരുജന്മം കൂടി

ഈവര്‍ണ്ണസുരഭിയാം ഭൂമിയിലല്ലാതെ
കാമുകഹൃദയങ്ങളുണ്ടോ?
സന്ധ്യകളുണ്ടോ ചന്ദ്രികയുണ്ടോ
ഗന്ധര്‍വഗീതമുണ്ടോ?
വസുന്ധരേ വസുന്ധരേ...
കൊതിതീരും വരെ ഇവിടെ പ്രേമിച്ചു മരിച്ചവരുണ്ടോ?
(ചന്ദ്രകളഭം ....)

ഈ നിത്യഹരിതയാം ഭൂമിയിലല്ലാതെ
മാനസസരസ്സുകളുണ്ടോ?
സ്വപ്നങ്ങളുണ്ടോ പുഷ്പങ്ങളുണ്ടോ
സ്വര്‍ണ്ണമരാളങ്ങളുണ്ടോ?
വസുന്ധരേ വസുന്ധരേ.....മതിയാകും വരെ
ഇവിടെ ജീവിച്ചു മരിച്ചവരുണ്ടോ?
(ചന്ദ്രകളഭം ...)
the immortal poetry of Vayalar Ramavarma

The beaches that are lullabied  to sleep covered by the sandal paste of the cool rays of the moon, 

The beaches where the feathers from the bow of Indra (the rainbow) are shed,

Oh, the power that be,
will you please give me another chance to live in this beautiful landscape..
assuming yet another life?

Can there exist the romantic hearts of lovers anywhere other than on this colourful and fragrant earth? 

Can there be sweet dusks,
soothing rays of the moon
and the songs of singers equalling the gandharvas
 anywhere other than on this earth? 

 Oh earth, who carry on your bosom all the wealth and greenery of life,
 is there anyone living  on your surface 

who has loved to his hearts content

 before departing from  you to go to  the abode of death?

Can there exist anywhere other than on this earth which is ever lush in greenery, 

the Manasa saras of Ganga and sources of water so sweet?

Can there be sweet dreams, fragrant flowers and golden beetles? 

Is there anyone who has  lived on this earth and  has lived his life to his heart's content before taking leave of   you to go to  the abode of death?

Oh, the power that be, will you please give me another chance to live in this beautiful landscape..assuming yet another life?