Om

That is pretty Nik. Do you realize TS Eliot ends "The Waste Land" with "shanti, shanti, shanti."

Here's the ending of it:

In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a **** stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico 392
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
DA
Datta: what have we given? 401
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider 407
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only 411
We think of the key, each in his prison
thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me 424
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina 427
Quando fiam uti chelidon - O swallow swallow 428
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie 429
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. 431
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. 401
Shantih shantih shantih 433

Ignore the numbers in there. They are some sort of references in the site I copied this from.

The long isolation ends. I was beginning to accept that my blog would never receive another comment! :)

Thank you Virgil.

... I remember reading something T.S. Eliot wrote about religions being attacked from the outside and decaying on the inside.

Interesting poem!... hard for me to make out but it was interesting. I don't know what all the names mean... I haven't heard of Ganga before, but I have a friend named Garga, actually he is named after someone named Garga Muni... I don't recognize Dayadhvam or Damyata but they sound Indian too... Datta I have heard of, as in Dattatreya, though I'm not sure what it means either.

Shanti of course means peace. :)

Thanks again for the commet. :)

And the whole circumstance (your post, the lines of the poem) give me deja vu, of course... :lol:

Sure Nik. I reaching the same conclusion on my blog. No one seems to pay attention any more.

Nik if you go here and click the hypertext you'll get the definitions and commentary on how they fit in the poem: http://eliotswasteland.tripod.com/

Oh, wow- I remember that story! I read it in Andrew Harvey's [I]Teachings of the Hindu Mystics[/I].

This is the one I'm referring to..
[quote]'Datta, dayadhvam, damyata' (Give, sympathize, control). The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the Brihadaranyaka--Upanishad, 5, 1. A translation is found in Deussen's Sechzig Upanishads des Veda, p. 489.
The Hindu fable referred to is that of gods, men, and demons each in turn asking of their father Prajapati, "Speak to us, O Lord." To each he replied with the one syllable "DA," and each group interpreted it in a different way: "Datta," to give alms; "Dayadhvam," to have compassion; "Damyata," to practice self-control. The fable concludes, "This is what the divine voice, the Thunder, repeats when he says: DA, DA, DA: 'Control yourselves; give alms; be compassionate.' Therefore one should practice these three things: self-control, alms-giving, and compassion."[/quote]

(from the notes in the link you posted)

and I looked it up, you can read a bit more about it here..
[url]http://www.avatarepc.com/html/brahmas10-6.html[/url] this is the story I'm referring to.

Yes, until this entry, my blog has been as silent as a tomb. I'll have to read and post on your blog too (soon).
Thanks again ,
Take care.

I feel peaceful after reading this.

Glad I could help Nik.

I just thought; "Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came."
Nice, contemplative prose NicolaiI

Thank you for commenting, Becca!

Thank you as well, kajacker :) and welcome to Lit-net, by the way.