Darshanim
Maharashtra, India, 2004
I attended Kalidas Sanskrit University
and received a degree in Ayurveda.
While there I visited the Sevagram Ashram (village of service)
of Mahatma Gandhi
To paraphrase the ancient writer Thucydides:
“All that I have written are not essays
to win the applause of the moment, but to mark a path for all time.”
“A Parable is made to purify and illuminate the mortal human heart.”
- Adi Da
In the Jewish tradition, a person who tells stories about stories in the Torah is called a Darshanim. His own story about a story in the Torah
was called a Midrash, or a Midrash Haggadah (parable or anecdote). Such a person interpreted biblical narratives and ideas and was an explorer of ethics, theology, and a creator of homilies and parables based on biblical texts.
I thought I might be a Darshanim since the first time I heard the word, But I have always considered my writings to be a Midrash.
From: The Apology of the Preacher
- By Abn Allah Ben Saber, 1650
"There were wandering Darshanim
who traveled from one town to another,
often because of persecution or adverse economic conditions,
rather than by invitation
"Thus, the visiting Darshanim had to apologize
with much humor, self-deprecation, and flowery expressions
to gain the sympathy of the congregation
especially the local Hakimim (wise men)."
Consider this my apology . . .
I have never exclusively focused on the Teachings
said to be given to Moses by God at Mount Sinai (the Torah),
rather,
I swim in that great ocean,
of the now gathered together in the same room
of our consideration
for the first time in history,
the great Traditions
of religion and spirituality.
They are my Torah,
and I spin like a wheel around their hub
I am a religious studies scholar
and have studied the Talmud (the commentaries),
not merely of believers, philosophers, and enthusiasts,
but those of the
Realized Teachers of the world;
those who know by experience of what they speak
those who have become One with the God or Reality
of their beliefs.
I have been interested in religious traditions
since I was a little boy.
I read the great commentators and teachers,
but I fell in love with the Realizers,
Saints, Sages, Siddhas;
and the 'Crazy Wise' men and women of the world.
These were not 'pipe-smoking philosophers';
the lives they lived and the stories they told
revealed a constant miracle in life
the mysterious infinity of everything
the non-preference regarding any condition
and the humor of everyday living.
They embodied what they spoke of.
The tales they told were radical and went to the root.
Their mere presence in the world changed my life
and the lives of others.
In my own life,
along with what I thought was a spiritual practice,
I tasted everything
sexuality, money, food, possessions.
Like an explorer, I indulged,
visiting exotic people, places, customs, and practices
adventuring in foreign lands
and like everything else I experienced,
it did not make a difference
Here are some of the 'jewels' I carried back:
Here are a few stories to share what I found,
here is my Midrash Haggadah . . .
tales and essays of the people I have met,
the sights I have seen and
the mistakes I made.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the winds of grace
that filled and still fill my sails.
Two rivers join together at Dev Prayag,
the Alakananda and the Bhagirathi.
After this Divine (Dev) confluence (Prayag)
these same two rivers, now one, are called the 'Ganges.'
I walked along the banks of the rivers
of renunciation and indulgence
I bathed in both of them
and neither made any difference
Now they have joined together in the Ganges of my own life.
Now I bathe in the river of heaven
and know more of its source, even though
it still tastes of these same waters
Once,
I heard and read about this river of heaven;
over over and over in this lifetime
I visited and bathed in its waters
But, as Kabir once said:
If bathing in the Ganges brought salvation
then every fish is in heaven
I have met a few extraordinary teachers
and One
Unbounded as the sky
For all of this,
I am overwhelmingly thankful
but, I am still an ass,
bearing a load of memories and exquisite books
Here are a few of the tales I found etched on rocks
along the banks of the river of heaven . . .
But now, let me offer my closing apology
to the wise men and women of my time:
We all make mistakes,
but not all mistakes are necessary.
Therefore, I am obligated
to share what I have seen, what I learned,
the mistakes I made,
the trail I traveled, and the dead ends I found.
'Dead ends'
marked the beginning of wisdom for me
and if you are fortunate
you will discover your own . . .
Tibetan Wheel of Life
Painted on the right-hand side of the main door
of every Tibetan monastery.