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Sir, we have desires, but one cannot demand more than a form. If someone imagines the infinite, they use things like the ocean or the sky, which are forms in themselves. Even the concept of the formless is an attempt to give it a form. The poetry of poets is also in these forms; it attempts to express truth, beauty, love, and everything else within these forms. Sir, can we desire something beyond form? For that, we first need to know of its existence; and if we know that it exists, it will take on a form because we have a mind, is that correctЁЯдФ?

Yes, to arrive at the Formless we have to go through the doors of form. To arrive at the infinite we have to go beyond the limits of the finite.  But this is because the two are always together.  Take for example love. It takes different forms in man and animal and plant. But in its formless essence it is everywhere, in stones and sky and beyond. It is there in these as a power of union, as beauty and joy that is not limited to the form but uses the form to express itself.  So also with everything.  Existence, even one’s own existence can be experienced without any reference to the body or any form but simply as an I not limited to the personality, not even to the sense of time and space.  So too Consciousness is everywhere,  Ananda is everywhere but it is limited by the forms it takes. Form is always a means of expressing what exists in creation independent it. 

Affectionately,

Alok Da

Original question asked in Hindi: рд╕рд░, рд╣рдордореЗрдВ рдорд╛рдВрдЧ рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдХреЛрдИ рд░реБрдк рд╕реЗ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рдХреБрдЫ рдорд╛рдВрдЧ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ред рдЕрдЧрд░ рдХреЛрдИ рдЕрдирдВрдд рдХреА рднреА рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рддреЛ рд╡рд╣ рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░ рдпрд╛ рдЖрдХрд╛рд╢ рдЬреИрд╕реА рдЪреАрдЬреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдкреНрд░рдпреЛрдЧ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рдЬреЛ рдПрдХ рд░реБрдк рд╣реА рд╣реИред Formless рдХреА рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рднреА рдПрдХ рд░реВрдк рджреЗрдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рд╣реИред рдХрд╡рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХреА рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛ рднреА рдЗрд╕реА рд░реБрдкреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ, рдЗрд╕реА рдореЗрдВ рд╕рддреНрдп, рд╕реМрдВрджрд░реНрдп, рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рд╕рдмрдХреБрдЫ рдмреЛрд▓рдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рдХрд░рддреЗ рд╣реИрдВред рд╕рд░, рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣рдо рд░реБрдк рд╕реЗ рдкрд░реЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдЪреАрдЬ рдХреЛ рдЪрд╛рд╣ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ? рдЗрд╕рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рддреЛ рд╣рдореЗрдВ рдкрд╣рд▓реЗ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рдХрд╛ рдкрддрд╛ рд╣реЛрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рдпрджрд┐ рдкрддрд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╣реИ рддреЛ рд╡рд╣ рдПрдХ рд░реБрдк рд╣реА рд▓реЗ рд▓реЗрдЧрд╛ рдХреНрдпреЛрдВрдХрд┐ рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдорди рд╣реИред┬а

Sir, is time formless? Not the mental time, which only seems like a journey in memory. I have tried to understand time, and I found that I always live and exist in the present; only the events around me are changing. There is no next day; we have become trapped by making clocks according to the sun, living based on the mental values of minutes, hours, days, months, years, centuries, and millennia. But what is time, and is it formless?

Here too the same principle applies. The Infinite and the Eternal is everywhere but its movement through the fields of Space creates Time. This time too takes different forms, at least is experienced differently based on the state of our consciousness. It may slow down or go fast depending upon the perceiving consciousness.┬а

Affectionately,

Alok

Original question asked in Hindi: рд╕рд░, рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╕рдордп рд░реБрдк рд╣реАрди рд╣реИ? рдорд╛рдирд╕рд┐рдХ рд╕рдордп рдирд╣реАрдВ, рдЬреЛ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рд╕реНрдореГрддрд┐ рдореЗрдВ рдпрд╛рддреНрд░рд╛ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдЬреИрд╕рд╛ рд▓рдЧрддрд╛ рд╣реИред рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рд╕рдордп рдХреЛ рдЬрд╛рдирдиреЗ рдХреА рдХреЛрд╢рд┐рд╢ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдФрд░ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдРрд╕рд╛ рдХреБрдЫ рдкрд╛рдпрд╛ рдХрд┐ рдореИрдВ рд╣рдореЗрд╢рд╛ рд╡рд░реНрддрдорд╛рди рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╣рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдВ рдФрд░ рд╣реВрдВ, рдореЗрд░реА рдЖрд╕рдкрд╛рд╕ рдХреА рдШрдЯрдирд╛рдПрдВ рд╣реА рдмрд╕ рдмрджрд▓ рд░рд╣реА рд╣реИрдВред рдХреЛрдИ рдЕрдЧрд▓рд╛ рджрд┐рди рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЖрддрд╛, рд╣рдо рд╕реВрд░реНрдп рдХреЗ рдЕрдиреБрд╕рд╛рд░ рдШрдбрд╝реА рдмрдирд╛рдХрд░ рдЙрд╕рдореЗрдВ рдХреИрдж рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпреЗ рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рдорд┐рдирдЯ, рдШрдВрдЯрд╛, рджрд┐рди, рдорд╣реАрдирд╛, рд╕рд╛рд▓, рд╕рджреА, рд╢рддрд╛рдмреНрджреА рдХреЗ рдорд╛рдирд╕рд┐рдХ рдореВрд▓реНрдп рдкрд░ рдЬреА рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИрдВред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рд╕рдордп рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реИ рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╡рд╣ рд░реБрдк рд╣реАрди рд╣реИрдВ?

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