The great rhythm, by which our lives are ordered2 min read

For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of the birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

IT happens every year, The cyclic re-awakening of Nature, which so delighted the author of the Song of Songs, has been going on since the earth was young. It is part of the stage machinery of the great theatre in which mankind finds itself mysteriously, playing a part which it does not fully comprehend.

But it is not an isolated phenomenon. The birds do not suddenly take it into their heads, for no valid reason, to render their springtime obligatos. Their orchestra tunes up in response to a vast series of intimately inter-connected events, bound up in an endless chain of cause and effect, in which a principal link is the rotation of the earth on its own axis and round the sun. As the spinning planet traverses its long ellipse, the angle of its inclined axis alters relatively to the source of all our energy, and so the seasons alter. Truly an impressive backcloth for a singing robin.

This great rhythm, by which our lives are ordered, is itself woven into the even vaster motions of our wheeling galaxy, while in the teeming life on the surface of our comparatively minute globe there is an intricate interdependence of species upon species, of animal upon vegetable life, and of all upon the ceaseless inflow of energy from the nearest star, our sun.

There is thus to be seen a causal thread running through all things, through all events, through all existence; and the wider the field illuminated by Science, the more clearly is this underlying unity to be discerned. Surely Yoga and Science march together here, for a cardinal aim of the Yogic process is to see unity in multiplicity.

To the enlightened Yogi, it is the many that are unreal; to him it is the One that is real.

The unity discovered in Nature by human investigation may be one aspect of the all-embracing unity which the Yogi sees.

Both seem to be expressed in the words of the Bhagavad Gita : “I give heat, I hold back and send forth rain, I am immortality as well as death, existence and non-existence, O Arjuna.”

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O charming clouds of spring Sailing leisurely in the blue sky
Reflected in the bosom of the lake, Over the pines and lilacs ;
I wish my heart were like you,
A tranquil witness of the lily pond
And of storms of rain and thunder.