Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Hari Nam


At the gates of Heaven
I sit and sing Your praise

Where is Maya now?
when the only sound my mind
can hear is Hari Nam

My sari a silk prayer flag
flutters in the tranquil breeze
pastel blue, pink
and yellow hues of Prashanti
abode of highest peace

Listen manas to the music
timbrel, flute and harmonium
they too sing the glory of God

Still we must be vigilant
our hands continuously harvesting
the bliss of selfless service
our thoughts, words and deeds
a divine mala on which we
incessantly chant Hari Nam

Eternal Companion
old habits die hard
and charming snakes with
golden hoods
rattle in the ghostly shadows

Hold me close, Ancient Self
tighter still... steal my breath
So... so that I am blue skinned like

and when the ways of the world
have passed away
Scatter my ashes... vibhuti stars
all along the Bhakti path

(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)


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.

***Click on the above picture to watch the video on 'PRECIOUS MOMENTS WITH BHAGAVAN SRI SATHYA SAI BABA'

***Click on the above picture to read my story on 'THE DAY I MET MY LORD, BHAGAVAN SRI SATHYA SAI BABA'

Baba & I 峇峇与我' - Interview with Sister Adeline Teh (Malaysia)

Interview by Souljourns

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