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We often wonder why souls need to incarnate on the physical plane when in their state of eternal bliss this can only be painful and difficult. Yet leave alone souls the Divine Essence itself does so as Avatar or as great beings. In the Gita it is suggested that matter and spirit are attracted to one another, the one in viewing something immensely superior and wonderful, the other to experience the trials and tribulations of earthly life, both to learn something in the process. Matter learns from the spirit, the spirit too is studying something, what we do not know precisely not being spirits ourselves. It is an intriguing thought for which we can only surmise what that may be. There is no compulsion for the spirit to undergo such an experience, yet it does from one lifetime to another (Hindu view). Is it to refine matter? Or is it to learn some physical lessons from the realms of opposites. What can it learn that it does not know already? Intense pain and pleasure and consequences of actions arising from them? Yet they come voluntarily to experience. We too do something similar when we go on a Roller Coaster ride or hand gliding or any adventure. Risking much if not all. What does it do for us? I’m sure it is not just about the thrill, it is a learning process, kind of makes us more whole. Thinking such obtuse thoughts i composed a poem which I wish to share with you:
A S T R O N AUTS O F ETHER
In this gymnasium
Dumb-bells and weights of your choosing
Lying in wait, presumption of gravity,
For, if you were conceived
In the vacuum of space
It would be without biseps,
Floating free like a shapeless cloud
Beyond earthly contours,
Beyond the need of a work-out,
Much would surely change
In the way you exert yourself
and suffer pain,
As the astronauts will tell you.
But that is only a little way out into space
And shapes in ether in another dimension
Do not even have the weight of ego,
That other proud muscle’s force
To grip and stride, a sure compass
Of physical circumstance.
Astronauts of ether are yet another tribe,
At home in their timeless state
Of floating free, timelessly,
No implants of organs
To start hunger, thirst,
No procreative affair,
Nothing to stir addiction,
No breath of air,
No gift of gravity to build calves
And keep feet on the floor,
No sure-shot ego to tell
what you want from what you don’t.
Is there a hankering for fear
In this fearless state
Is there a wish for kidneys and liver,
Stomach, member,
Which immortality with one felt stroke
Severed,
The bygone biseps and athletic gait?
They come from inner space
to the gymnasium of endless weights
Infinite work-outs, experience in pain
And pleasures
To build the spirit’s muscles
with material gains
In another medium, another plane,
Wearing space suits of bodies, organic equipment
And the latest models of evolution
In which to train,
Astronauts of ether
Again and again.
Search for The Soul - Indrajit Rathore 
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