This blog contains personal reflections on Sahaja Life by practitioners of the Sahaja technique. Sahaja is the path of enlightened knowledge, as opposed to other forms of yoga and meditation, which profess singular paths like devotion-only (bhakti path). Growth in Sahja happens by experiential knowldge acquisition.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sahaja Yoga on Rogers TV (Canada)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Vande Mataram
Rabi forwards:
Just for us who loved to know the essence of the Indian National Song
Vande Mataram ! The National song of India........
"Vande maataraM
sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM
SasyashyaamalaaM maataram
Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM
Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale
koti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale
abalaa keno maa eto bale
bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM
ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM
Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma
tumi hR^idi tumi marma
tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire
Baahute tumi maa shakti
hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti
tomaara i pratimaa gaDi
mandire mandire
TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii
kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii
vaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM
Namaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaM
SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM
ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM
DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM "
The English Translation goes like this :
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!
Shri Mataji's Arrival
Visit Website: http://www.sahajayogauae.com/aug2007/
vidya suresh – uae collective describes Her arrival in Dubai, poetically:
MOTHER’S ARRIVAL INTO DUBAI
It was a warm night with very little or no breeze
All my sahaji brothers and sisters had gathered outside the airport
To welcome our dear loving mother
And to steal a glimpse of mother’s beautiful face and glittering smile
We were all singing – mataji , mataji, your face shines like a thousand suns
Joy, excitement and happiness filled our hearts
A feeling of bliss enveloped all of us
As we were all going into thoughtlessness, we could feel
The sudden increase in the flow of vibrations
We knew that mother had arrived
A waft of cool breeze swept all of us
We kept singing mataji, mataji, your face shines like a thousand suns
We saw a beautiful car coming out from the insides
Yes, our most dearest loving and wonderful mother was in it
With our dear loving papaji and a few sahaji brothers
She was so radiant, like the rays of the early morning sunshine
Not a trace of fatigue on her moon lit face
I do not have any words to describe how very beautiful she was looking
Tears of joy welled up my throat and kept flowing like the deep waters of a waterfall
It was like seeing a mother after aeons of separation
She was full of smiles and with her hands together saying namaste to all us
Her smile was so full of warmth and love and compassion
I was just mesmerized in it; she kept smiling ………………………..
She was so happy to see all of us
As mother slowly went past us in her car to the house
I was still choked with joy and happiness
And tears still continued to fall down my cheeks and face
She is the sweetest mother that anyone of us could be blessed with
Her dazzling smile and that love that was glorifying her face
Will always remain in my inner self.
MOTHER’S ARRIVAL INTO DUBAI
It was a warm night with very little or no breeze
All my sahaji brothers and sisters had gathered outside the airport
To welcome our dear loving mother
And to steal a glimpse of mother’s beautiful face and glittering smile
We were all singing – mataji , mataji, your face shines like a thousand suns
Joy, excitement and happiness filled our hearts
A feeling of bliss enveloped all of us
As we were all going into thoughtlessness, we could feel
The sudden increase in the flow of vibrations
We knew that mother had arrived
A waft of cool breeze swept all of us
We kept singing mataji, mataji, your face shines like a thousand suns
We saw a beautiful car coming out from the insides
Yes, our most dearest loving and wonderful mother was in it
With our dear loving papaji and a few sahaji brothers
She was so radiant, like the rays of the early morning sunshine
Not a trace of fatigue on her moon lit face
I do not have any words to describe how very beautiful she was looking
Tears of joy welled up my throat and kept flowing like the deep waters of a waterfall
It was like seeing a mother after aeons of separation
She was full of smiles and with her hands together saying namaste to all us
Her smile was so full of warmth and love and compassion
I was just mesmerized in it; she kept smiling ………………………..
She was so happy to see all of us
As mother slowly went past us in her car to the house
I was still choked with joy and happiness
And tears still continued to fall down my cheeks and face
She is the sweetest mother that anyone of us could be blessed with
Her dazzling smile and that love that was glorifying her face
Will always remain in my inner self.
Video from a previous visit:
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