Thursday, December 14, 2017

Sai Darshan II, The Sai Avathar

Sai Darshan II, The Sai Avatar

His protection... His Grace... and His Love...

Even hearing
The name of "Sai"...
Shall free you
From a million obstacles...

If you have
Taken this pure name
On your lips and tongue
Then many a births
You take
Shall be protected...

If He has willed
To call you
And cast upon you
His glance
Then the word of truth
Has entered your mind
And shall transform
Your heart
Into love...
From now... forever...

If you have tasted
His physical presence
Then you are
The fortunate one
To whom
The Heavens will come
At your door step
Even before you take
A step
Toward its gates...

If you have
O fortunate one,
Received the smile
Of Sai
Then remember
O Blessed souls,
That the boons of God
And at the precise moment
In which He wills
They will shower
Upon you
The rain of
Eternal Grace...

If He has
Held your hand
In His
Then He shall
Carry your burdens
And transfer to you
The streams of
Divine Power...
As intense devotion
For Him...
With which
All dark clouds shall pass
In silence and
In strength...

If you have
Touched His blessed feet
Then He has
Given to you
His Self
As your home and
His Love
As your eternal friend...

Once, O child of Sai
He has called you "His"
You shall be
Upon His lap
Wherever you are...
Nothing can ever come
Between you and Sai...
For even though
He shall choose to come
He shall choose to go
Every time
You call
From within your heart
You shall
In an instant
With a peace
In which
Sai shall stand
Before you...
Above you
Below you
Around you and
Within you...
And you, O child,
Shall find
Your soul
The Supreme Light of...
Sai Darshan...

(Extract from : Sai Darshan II written by Seema M Dewan)


VEDA 357

You introduce yourself as 'I'. That 'I' is the foremost name of the Divine; all the other mystical words originated later. In the Vedic proclamation 'AHAM BRAHMASMI' (I am Brahman), the letter 'I' stands for Brahman. So, the first name of Brahman is 'I'. The second name is 'ATMA'. The third name is 'SELF'. 'BRAHMA' is the fourth. 'GOD' is the fifth. These five are the different names of one Divinity. You should understand the true meaning of these words.

(From : Sai Veda, The Word of God,  sayings of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Expression Of Spirit

Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years...
Worry never fixes anything.
- Mary Hemingway

God, when I am in need of comfort, Your loving presence fills me, relieving every longing of my heart.  I am ready for whatever the day may bring.

You are always with me, God - even when I am so busy at work or at home that I may not be consciously aware of You.  But then a gentle nudge from my subconscious speaks to me of Your love and grace all around me.  You are the voice of compassion I hear, the encouraging smile of a friend, the words of love spoken - just what I need when I need it.

So whatever happens today, I know that You are right here with me, encouraging me and reminding me of what I may have forgotten : I can succeed.  You see in me what I may not always see in myself.  I am an expression of Your divine spirit.  You and I are one.

You comfort me, God, with Your loving, light-filled presence.

(From : 'Daily Word' magazine by Silent Unity, a world wide prayer ministry)     

GEM 359

Just as the sun can be seen only by his own light, the Love of the Divine can be acquired only by Divine grace and not by trivial spiritual practices.

(From : Garland of 1008 Gems, Bhagawan Shri Sathya Sai Baba's Sayings)

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

The Gift of Forgiveness

The Christmas of 1949 we didn’t have a tree. My dad had as much pride as anybody, I suppose, so he wouldn’t just say that we couldn’t afford one.

When I mentioned it, my mother said that we weren’t going to have one this year, that we couldn’t afford one, and even if we could – it was stupid to clutter up your house with a dead tree.

I wanted a tree badly though, and I thought – in my naive way – that if we had one, everybody would feel better.

About three days before Christmas, I was out collecting for my paper route. It was fairly late – long after dark – it was snowing and very cold.

I went to the apartment building to try to catch a customer who hadn’t paid me for nearly two months – she owed me seven dollars.

Much to my surprise, she was home. She invited me in and not only did she pay me, she gave me a dollar tip! It was a windfall for me – I now had eight whole dollars.

What happened next was totally unplanned. On the way home, I walked past a Christmas tree lot and the idea hit me.

The selection wasn’t very good because it was so close to the holiday, but there was this one real nice tree. It had been a very expensive tree and no one had bought it; now it was so close to Christmas that the man was afraid no one would.

He wanted ten dollars for it, but when I – in my gullible innocence – told him I only had eight, he said he might sell it for that.

I really didn’t want to spend the whole eight dollars on the tree, but it was so pretty that I finally agreed.

I dragged it all the way home – about a mile, I think – and I tried hard not to damage it or break off any limbs.

The snow helped to cushion it, and it was still in pretty good shape when I got home.
You can’t imagine how proud and excited I was. I propped it up against the railing on our front porch and went in.

My heart was bursting as I announced that I had a surprise.

I got Mom and Dad to come to the front door and then I switched on the porch light.

“Where did you get that tree?” my mother exclaimed.

But it wasn’t the kind of exclamation that indicates pleasure.

“I bought it up on Main Street. Isn’t it just the most perfect tree you ever saw?” I said, trying to maintain my enthusiasm.

“Where did you get the money?” Her tone was accusing and it began to dawn on me that this wasn’t going to turn out as I had planned.

“From my paper route.” I explained about the customer who had paid me.

“And you spent the whole eight dollars on this tree?” she exclaimed.

She went into a tirade about how stupid it was to spend my money on a dumb tree that would be thrown out and burned in a few days.

She told me how irresponsible I was and how I was just like my dad with all those foolish, romantic, noble notions about fairy tales and happy endings and that it was about time I grew up and learned some sense about the realities of life and how to take care of money and spend it on things that were needed and not on silly things.

She said that I was going to end up in the poorhouse because I believe in stupid things like Christmas trees, things that didn’t amount to anything.

I just stood there. My mother had never talked to me like that before and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I felt awful and I began to cry. Finally, she reached out and snapped off the porch light.

“Leave it there,” she said. “Leave that tree there till it rots, so every time we see it, we’ll all be reminded of how stupid the men in this family are.”

Then she stormed up the stairs to her bedroom and we didn’t see her until the next day.

Dad and I brought the tree in and we made a stand for it.

He got out the box of ornaments and we decorated it as best as we could; but men aren’t too good at things like that, and besides, it wasn’t the same without mom.

There were a few presents under it by Christmas day – although I can’t remember a single one of them – but Mom wouldn’t have anything to do with it.

It was the worst Christmas I ever had.

Fast forward to today, Judi and I married in August of 1963, and dad died on October 10 of that year. Over the next eight years, we lived in many places. Mom sort of divided up the year – either living with my sister Jary or with us.

In 1971 we were living in Wichita, Kansas – Lincoln was about seven, Brendan was three and Kristen was a baby. Mom was staying with us during the holidays. On Christmas Eve I stayed up very late. I was totally alone with my thoughts, alternating between joy and melancholy, and I got to thinking about my paper route, that tree, what my mother had said to me and how Dad had tried to make things better.

I heard a noise in the kitchen and discovered that it was mom. She couldn’t sleep either and had gotten up to make herself a cup of hot tea – which was her remedy for just about everything. As she waited for the water to boil, she walked into the living room and discovered me there. She saw my open Bible and asked me what I was reading. When I told her, she asked if I would read it to her and I did.

When the kettle began to whistle, she went and made her tea. She came back, and we started to visit. I told her how happy I was that she was with us for Christmas and how I wished that Dad could have lived to see his grandchildren and to enjoy this time because he always loved Christmas so. It got very quiet for a moment and then she said, “Do you remember that time on Twelve Mile Road when you bought that tree with your paper route money?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’ve just been thinking about it you know.”

She hesitated for a long moment, as though she were on the verge of something that was bottled up so deeply inside her soul that it might take surgery to get it out. Finally, great tears started down her face and she cried, “Oh, son, please forgive me.”

“That time and that Christmas have been a burden on my heart for twenty-five years. I wish your dad were here so I could tell him how sorry I am for what I said. Your dad was a good man and it hurts me to know that he went to his grave without ever hearing me say that I was sorry for that night. Nothing will ever make what I said right, but you need to know that your dad never did have any money sense (which was all too true).

We were fighting all the time – though not in front of you – we were two months behind in our house payments, we had no money for groceries, your dad was talking about going back to Arkansas and that tree was the last straw. I took it all out on you. It doesn’t make what I did right, but I hoped that someday, when you were older, you would understand. I’ve wanted to say something for ever so long and I’m so glad it’s finally out.”

Well, we both cried a little and held each other and I forgave her – it wasn’t hard, you know.
Then we talked for a long time, and I did understand; I saw what I had never seen and the bitterness and sadness that had gathered up in me for all those years gradually washed away.
It was marvelously simple.

The great gifts of this season – or any season – can’t be put under the tree; you can’t wear them or eat them or drive them or play with them. We spend so much time on the lesser gifts – toys, sweaters, jewelry, the mint, anise and dill of Christmas – and so little on the great gifts – understanding, grace, peace and forgiveness. It’s no wonder that the holiday leaves us empty, because when it’s over, the only reminders we have are the dirty dishes and the January bills.

By John William Smith – from “Hugs for the Holidays.” 

Eternal Sai - 240

When you see the world with the eye of divine bliss, you will find bliss everywhere. If there is hatred in your vision, you will see hatred everywhere. Hence, change your vision to start with. Look at the world with the vision of peace, love and compassion. Then the whole world will appear loving and peaceful. When your heart is filled with love, you will experience the Divine in the entire cosmos. See the Divine in everyone. Eschew hatred and ill-will.

(SS, May 1997 - Pg 125)


VEDA 356

If money is lost, it can be earned again. If health is lost, it may be possible to regain it. But if time is lost, it can never be regained. So, man should utilize the time at his disposal in the right manner.

(From : Sai Veda, The Word of God,  sayings of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)


If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another,
and they will come to find

they hold everything you want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they would no longer
lift anything
to your
that might wound your precious land-

that sacred earth that is
your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,

the power that made the universe
will enter your sinew

from a source not outside your limbs,
but from a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.

When the moment cracks open,
ecstasy leaps out and devours space;

love goes mad with the blessings,
like my words give.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s
rack of the past and future?

The mind that tries to shape tomorrow
beyond its capacities
will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear-
to our innocent follies.

Forget any sounds or touch you knew
that did not help you dance.

You will come to see that all evolves us.

If you put your heart against the earth with me,
in serving
every creature,
our Beloved will enter you
from our sacred realm

and we will be,
we will be
so happy.

(From : Daniel Ladinsky “Love Poems From God”)


O Lord, take my love, and let it flow in fullness of devotion to Thee;
O Lord, take my hands, and let them work incessantly for Thee;
O Lord, take my soul, and let it be merged in One with Thee;
O Lord, take my mind and thoughts, and let them be in tune with Thee;
O Lord, take my everything, and let me be an instrument to work for Thee.

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