The True Spiritual Practice

Today there are many saints, but there is no sadhana. Sadhana without sadhana is like paper flowers. In which there is a lot of multicolored attraction, but there is a complete lack of fragrance. Such paper flowers are seen everywhere today. Because of this, the intensity and brightness of religion has dimmed. Religion is impossible in the absence of spiritual practice.

The roots of religion are in spiritual practice. In the absence of spiritual practice, a saint's life can either be mere acting or oppression. Both these things are not auspicious. False expression of penance is hypocrisy, while mere repression is even more deadly. There is the torture of struggle in it, but there is no achievement in it. That which is suppressed does not die, but slides into deeper layers. On the one hand, a saint without sadhna is tormented by the pangs of lust; His life keeps burning in their flames; The fierce race of desire keeps giving him pain every moment; On the other hand, the flames of oppression and self-oppression burn him. There is a well on one side and a ditch on the other side. Without true sadhana one is bound to fall into one of these two.

True spiritual practice lies neither in enjoyment nor in oppression. This is in self-awakening. It lies in overcoming the conflict between these two extremes and immersing oneself in God. Sadhana is not about variety of costumes or prodigious display. This is the inner journey of becoming Narayan from a human being, which is accomplished only by not suppressing the animal feeling but by leaving it completely and becoming established in the divine feeling.

True spiritual practice does not mean clinging to anyone, but releasing all the clinging altogether. One has to rise above all extremes, all conflicts. Those who, through this true sadhana, free the flame of their consciousness from the storms of dualities, find the key which opens the door of truth and only then that saintliness appears, whose supernatural fragrance makes many other things dormant and withered. The souls also wake up and start smiling.



Comments

Story on Life of a Diligent Boy

Citrullus Colocynthis (Garmunda)

The Journey of Life is Full of Surprises

Success Is Not Just a Coincidence

My Dream House an Image of the Universe

Life's Journey is Like a Highland Drive

Faith and Belief

Views and Viewpoints of Thinking

Stress Management

“Housewife” A Mysterious Power