That inexplicable joy and peace I always experience when I think of you guides me through thunderstorms and burning sunbeams.How veiled by Maya am I, that I so often become depressed when contemplating “those things which go wrong in my life, around me, because of my decisions” – the identification with the Self never fails to bring us sorrow.
Let me always remember that I am indeed your Bansuri, through which but a dash of your all-powerful energy strives to produce enchanting music through word, thought and deed. Hare Krishna!
I know I have posted this song before, but such is my love for it. This must be a live recording if I am not mistaken, even more beautiful than I remember:
Lyrics & translation from here.
Hey Govind Hey Gopaal Hey Dayaal Laal.
Paraan Naath Anaath Sakhay Deen Darad Nivaar.
He Samrath Agam Pooran Mohi Mayaa Dhaar.
Andh Koop Mahaa Bhayaan Naanak Paar Utaar.
O Lord of the Universe, O Lord of the World, O Dear Merciful Beloved.
You are the Master of the breath of life, the Companion of the lost and forsaken, the Destroyer of the pains of the poor.
O All-powerful, Inaccessible, Perfect Lord, please shower me with Your Mercy.
Please, carry Nanak across the terrible, deep dark pit of the world to the other side.
I’ve been “working” a lot on values recently, even more than usual, and I got to thinking: if a choice had to be made, which value could be worthy of ruling all? Although I concur that the choice could be highly subjective, I would personally lobby for “Caring”.
Caring means nursing newborn puppies despite crappy weather and a horrible throat infection.
It means gracefully giving up what you believe to be priceless (read: sleeping in) to attend to the needs of the small person you gave life to.
Caring is making countless trips to the hospital regardless of the time, just to make sure the sick person feels safe.
It means cooking food for people in need.
Caring is holding the hand of a person who hurt you before, knowing that the person needs to be held presently.
Caring is when you miss your bus to help someone find her way.
It is opening your house to others on Divali despite interpersonal conflicts going on, knowing that not everyone has a family to celebrate with.
Caring is sleeping in a truck outside prison, knowing your son is sleeping alone inside.
It is a smile and a thank you, to the cleaner who is in her twelfth hour shift.
It is a prayer, for the many people who are in pain.
Caring is seeing love in anger, worry and anxiety.
Caring is sharing of knowledge whole-heartedly.
Care is a behaviour of the pure soul, which knows that others are simply extensions of the self. Look at the caring acts around you, they are all manifestations of Him!
And. Just to share:
“I come from Vrindavan. Sri Krishna sent me here”
🙂 The sweetest thing I’ve heard for a long time now. I pray that innocence never fades.
Faith is internally cultivated. The loving relationship comes first, always.
It’s funny how most of us are nurtured the other way round. We are taught that public displays trumps all. What we eat, how we dress, what we do are apparently important determinants of who we are and what we believe in. Isn’t it the other way around though? Our beliefs lead us to where we need to be, to do what we need to do.
Watering faith with love can only ensure the blossoming of beautiful flowers. Right now, I can see beautiful, beautiful flowers around me which, amongst all the thorns and unwanted weed, stand out with amazing clarity and beauty. A gorgeous pathway paving the way to Him.
Blessed Govinden to all those celebrating!
Relationships are there already. We certainly don’t create them. It’s simply a story of souls meeting each other.
Souls, not hearts.
And if it doesn’t feel right, then it just isn’t the right soul.
Who said anything about needing eyes to see?
Who said proximity was necessary to feel?
When it’s right you feel it. And when it’s not, you feel it too.
I’m amazed at the quiet peacefulness which always overcomes me whenever I talk about Him, hear His praises or just look at His pictures.
I say amazed because, I admit, that cognitive part of my being still kicks up a fuss, creating all this noise amidst which I keep getting lost.
And I hear the quiet voice of Maya lecturing me about what is and what should be. completely forgetting where the noise was created in the first place.
Beautiful song. I have fleeting memories of having heard it from that very old radio we used to have at home.
Just wanted to share one of my favourite versions of the Maha Mantra. How can you not smile listening to it? Energizing much!
My Dear Krishna,
I regress when I think of you, or so I feel. Listening to your praises, I’ve seen my gleeful excitement mirrored in a 3yr old and in a 54yr old. Maybe it’s not regression then. Maybe it’s just the soul expressing itself. Timeless and forever wise.