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WISDOM

Many of us think - we have great knowledge.
but a few of us are focused and easy in our approach. A complex mind can be knowledgeable mind but what good if does not have easy and focused wisdom? So we need to be easy from within. Doubts,Regrets,criticisms come when you are not easy.  Avoid over pouring.lough a lot. Take care.Be easy. And behold how the dichotomy drops from your head.Abuydhaya' & 'Nishreyasa' will be no more there. Say things in right time.These are the wisdom from the Veda. Veda is vast.

'Charvak' also was a pandit in veda...but not wise.he said ,in a  wrong time-In this context it reminds me of a story of Panchatantra.
A cat met with a jackal in a deep forest. The Jackal asked the cat -" brother this jungle is infested with killer tigers! what you will do and how many tricks you know to hide urself?"
The cat was very clear from the beginning. The cat said-" brother I know only one way to hide quickly behind a bush."
How about you brother? asked the cat to the Jackal
The JKL said-" Oh! I know all the tricks,I can run faster,or climb up a tree,or hd bhnd a bush...and went one...And then both of them heard a Roar!
The cat quickly put ....bhnd a thick bush while the Jackle was thinking-wethr to climb or run or to hide....Alas, it was pounced by the tiger.

Many of us think that we have great knowledge.
but a few of us are focused and easy in their approach. A complex mind can be knowledgeable mind but what good if does not have easy and focused wisdom?


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