Kuruvilla Pandikattu
Indian priest, physicist and philosopher.
By sharing it [love] grows/ By giving it up it nurtures/ By dying it deepens./ By being it becomes.
Humans: The only animal who can laugh!/ We can enjoy the lighter side of life/ And we can also laugh at others/ And ridicule others!
Fiction is made of life/ Of earth and clay/ Of tears and laughter/ Of blood and sweat/ Hear them, the works of an author or a painter/ The singer and the clown/ Preserve the mystery of life.
It is much worse to be dead when we are alive/ Dead by the fear of death, when we are not yet dead!/ The incredible paradox of worrying to avoid death / Being the very cause of death!
To relish life and to relish death/ And to be grateful for both/ And to be open for more/ In both death and life.
Death stares at me/ Death pushes me forward/ Attracts me onwards/ And carries me on/ And that is my life!
A parable is fascinating/ In its paradoxical invitation/ In the subversion of values/ In the unconditional acceptance of life/In its total affirmation of life/ Without ifs, buts and ...
Death has been the great leveler/ Of all honour, glory and name./ None can take anything with them/ To their tomb! Death! The sobering fact/ Of all our yearnings and longings!/ “What does it profit a man …”/ If he cannot take any of the things/ To his grave.
Love is the source of our hope/ Love is the basis of our vision/ Love is the goal of our progress/ Love is our world.
So is the song of life being sung/ By us and by all the living beings/ A melodious and harmonious song,/ Where the singer loses her own self/ And absorbs in the wonderful harmony of the song!/ An almost ecstatic experience.
In your presence, dearly beloved,/ I do not need to make up!/ I do not need to adorn myself!/ I can just be myself!/ What a relief!
Science and religion form the two pillars of our civilization and they need each other for the survival of ourselves.
Life is security and daring,/ Life is protection and risk,/ Life is openness and closure,/ It is safety and adventure.
Death is only a step towards .../ In this celebration of love/ Death is a stepping stone/ Towards the fullness/ Towards which all of us/ Consciously and unconsciously long for.
There is a subtle way of dominating you/ By always making you dependent on me./ Love sees through and liberates you/ To stand on your own feet.
You are a surprise for me./ Every moment./ You are unpredictable in your love./ You cannot be controlled by my love.
Death: frightening and inevitable./ It is necessary to give rise to better offspring./ It is necessary to give way to a better life-style/ It is necessary due to the law of nature.
To discover meaning is somehow to see the relatedness with everything else,/ However vaguely it may be;./ To find meaning is to see the purpose of things,/ However hazily it may be.
To look straight into the eyes of my death/ My non-being/ To face myself as living and dying/ In the bare nakedness of my life and non-life.
Humans are the between before and beyond. Ever elusive and ever tensional