Friday, August 28, 2015
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
O Lord . .
Unbreakable, O Lord
Unbreakable, O Lord,
Is the love
That binds me to You:
Like a diamond,
It breaks the hammer that strikes it.
My heart goes into You
As the polish goes into the gold.
As the lotus lives in its water,
I live in You.
Like the bird
That gazes all night
At the passing moon,
I have lost myself dwelling in You.
O my Beloved --
Return.
by Mirabai
English version by Jane Hirshfield
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Go Inward . .
- Neem Karoli Baba
Friday, May 25, 2007
Milarepa
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Like an elephant in the forest
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The Guest

I have discovered my deep deathless being:
Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene
It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing,
A god-spectator of the human scene.
No pain and sorrow of the heart and flesh
Can tread that pure and voiceless sanctuary.
Danger and fear, Fate's hounds, slipping their leash
Rend body and nerve, - the timeless Spirit is free.
Awake, God's ray and witness in my breast,
In the undying substance of my soul
Flamelike, inscrutable the almighty Guest.
Death nearer comes and Destiny takes her toll;
He hears the blows that shatter Nature's house:
Calm sits He, formidable, luminous.
--Sri Aurobindo
My Krishna is not Black

My Krishna is not black,
He is pure gold.
He Himself is woven
Into the universal Beauty, Light and Splendour.
He looks dark
Because I have spilled the ink
Of my mind on Him.
Otherwise, my Beloved is All-Light.
He created Light and Darkness,
He is within and without the Cosmos Vast.
With this knowledge,
I will have a new acquaintance
With the world at large.
-- Sri Chinmoy
Friday, March 23, 2007
Taking Leave of a Friend

blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;
round the city's eastern side flows the white river.
here we part, friend, once forever.
you go ten thousand miles drifting away
like an unrooted water-grass.
oh, the floating clouds and the thoughts of a wanderer!
oh, the sunset and the longing of an old friend!
we ride away from each other, waving our hands,
while our horses neigh softly, softly. . . . .
--Li Po
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Radharani's face

Although the effulgence of the moon is brilliant initially at night,
in the daytime it fades away.
Similarly, although the lotus is beautiful during the daytime,
at night it closes.
But, O My friend,
the face of My most dear Srimati Radharani is always bright and beautiful,
both day and night
Therefore, to what can Her face be compared?
-(Vidagdha-madhava 5.20)
*Radharani is consort of Lord Krishna
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Mountain Drinking Song
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Practice Meditation

You've got to practice meditation when you walk, stand, lie down, sit, and work,while washing your hands, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, drinking tea,talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes,washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.
- Thich Nat Hahn
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Facing The Sun
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Take me up higher and higher
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Renunciation
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sita Ram

There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
And I have found a way to live in the presence of the Lord
And so in the Name...
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
--Krishna Das
Friday, December 01, 2006
In one salutation to thee, my God

In one salutation to thee, my God,
let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers
let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests
let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.
--From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Unlimited Self
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Silent River
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