Thoughts of HH Shri Bhola Nathji (1902-1992) Founder of the
World Prayer Day for Peace.
"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.' "
World Prayer Day for Peace.
"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.' "
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