IT IS YOU IN WHOM THIS WONDROUS MUSIC LIES
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From the Thoughts of HH Shri Bhola Nathji (1902-1992) a Great Spiritual Luminary of His time who gave peace and beatitude to
countless folk, relieving them of their ills and sorrows, and in whom people saw the Light of God. He called himself in all humility, the Servant of the Earth.
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The notes of music lie asleep within the strings of a sitar.
The strings, that stretch from one end of the board to the other, have within them a sweet, sonorous melody that lies unawakened.
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From the Thoughts of HH Shri Bhola Nathji (1902-1992) a Great Spiritual Luminary of His time who gave peace and beatitude to
countless folk, relieving them of their ills and sorrows, and in whom people saw the Light of God. He called himself in all humility, the Servant of the Earth.
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The notes of music lie asleep within the strings of a sitar.
The strings, that stretch from one end of the board to the other, have within them a sweet, sonorous melody that lies unawakened.
The strings are silent, and they wait in the hope of hearing the song
that will once again set them vibrating with joy. They look to someone
else for music, though they have within them what they seek!
Their yearning, expressed in their silence, bursts forth into an intense desire that beckons a musician.
He comes.
He lifts the sitar, picks up the ‘mizraab’, to pluck the strings with, and, then, placing his fingers on the strings, sets the air ringing with the strings of a beautiful, haunting refrain.
The strings feel again the joy of their souls but do not know from whence the melody comes.
The musician lifts up his fingers. The song is at an end. The notes die out in the emptiness of air and the musician’s voice is heard.
“It is you in whom this wondrous music lies. Someone was needed to bring to an end your silence, and to bring out from within you that music which lay concealed; and to recreate it before you, even as the wind reveals to the ocean its own form as the waves, and the reflection of a mirror reveals to the viewer his own face.”
Their yearning, expressed in their silence, bursts forth into an intense desire that beckons a musician.
He comes.
He lifts the sitar, picks up the ‘mizraab’, to pluck the strings with, and, then, placing his fingers on the strings, sets the air ringing with the strings of a beautiful, haunting refrain.
The strings feel again the joy of their souls but do not know from whence the melody comes.
The musician lifts up his fingers. The song is at an end. The notes die out in the emptiness of air and the musician’s voice is heard.
“It is you in whom this wondrous music lies. Someone was needed to bring to an end your silence, and to bring out from within you that music which lay concealed; and to recreate it before you, even as the wind reveals to the ocean its own form as the waves, and the reflection of a mirror reveals to the viewer his own face.”
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