Meaning: The front part of the hands (the finger tips) is credited to Goddess Lakshmi, the Goddess of wealth….
The middle part or palm is credited to Goddess Saraswati, the Goddess of learning……
and the root (the part of hand near the wrist) to Govinda or divine God …
So, every morning, one should have a reverent look at one’s hand which represents sincere labor or worship of work ….
what exactly one do is rub both hands lightly and then with both palms cover both eyes ….. rubbing 2 or 3 times the hands …. the effect it has inside is equilibrium between objective brain and subjective brain …..
and this equilibrium of horizontal dimension of time which is linear between past and future and vertical dimension of timelessness brings us to a dimension of now or present which we can feel but can not put into words ….
to feel this presence without words is true meditation and art of seeing the beauty of divine …..
seeing the first ray of sunlight and as sun comes on the horizon ….our whole family will fold our hands in gratitude to Sun God …..so almost 30 years ago my elder son asked me ….. father does you think Sun is God ?…..
I replied …..God or no God does not matter …..who ever do good to you is God ….. so for me Sun is God ……. Earth is God ….. every atom is God ….you are God …..your mother is God …
with this sincere prayer for earth …
Samudravasane Devi Parvatastanamandale, Vishhnupatni Namastubhyam Paadasparsham Kshamasva Me
I bow to Mother Earth, who has mountains and jungles on her body and whose clothing is made by the ocean. The wife of Lord Vishnu, please pardon me for touching you with my feet.
what a way to have a Gratitude Bath …Wisdom of scientific and spiritual way of living civilization …. I call it Sanatana Dharma ……. the Law Of Eternal Zero
with love and gratitude to everything and to all my divine friends and world family …
(c) ram H singhal…….. freedom to right copy and share
NOT one is filled with madness like to mine In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here, There my neglected book, both pledged for wine. With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear, A glass to mirror forth the Great King’s face; One ray of light from out Thy dwelling-place To pierce my night, oh God! and draw me near.
From out mine eyes unto my garment’s hem A river flows; perchance my cypress-tree Beside that stream may rear her lofty stem, Watering her roots with tears. Ah, bring to me The wine vessel! since my Love’s cheek is hid, A flood of grief comes from my heart unbid, And turns mine eyes into a bitter sea!
Nay, by the hand that sells me wine, I vow No more the brimming cup shall touch my lips, Until my mistress with her radiant brow Adorns my feast-until Love’s secret slips From her, as from the candle’s tongue of flame, Though I, the singèd moth, for very shame, Dare not extol Love’s light without eclipse.
Red wine I worship, and I worship her– Speak not to me of anything beside, For nought but these on earth or heaven I care. What though the proud narcissus flowers defied Thy shining eyes to prove themselves more bright, Yet heed them not! those that are clear of sight Follow not them to whom all light’s denied.
Before the tavern door a Christian sang To sound of pipe and drum, what time the earth Awaited the white dawn, and gaily rang Upon mine ear those harbingers of mirth: ‘If the True Faith be such as thou dost say, Alas! my Hafiz, that this sweet To-day Should bring unknown To-morrow to the birth!’
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez, (1325 – 1389 )