Slavery to Senses

Adiguru approaches, for the annual celebration,
my heart yearns to assimilate the qualities;
end the slavery to the senses,
and let the spirit become the ruling guru of the being

if i eat for taste not hunger, i apologize
if i see for visual relish, i apologize
if i touch for sensuality, i apologize
if i smell for intoxication, i apologize
if i speak from pride, i apologize

may the guru within forgive

Filo dough sophy

Said Alanis,
Bite off more than you can chew,
To become stronger, rise higher.
I agree, but laugh at my seeker ways
From seeker days, when we learnt
Our philosophy from popular music,
When sting, Dylan and others, filled in
For the lack of better prophets.

--

Blog Takes a Turn

three years of silence,

this blog resurrects,

to voices of the mind,

to expressions unsaid.

Vancouver Library Music Program

This happened last year, but illustrates the joy of a Sahaj life!

Apology to Aborginals

"In my own country there is a saying in Sanskrit,
"Yatra nayra pujyante tatra ramante devata", which means that
"Where the women are respected and respectable,
there resides the Gods of our well-being"


(Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi -- Beijing Talk)
http://www.sahajayoga.org/quotesandtalks/beijing.asp

(Beverly Jacobs) President of Native Women's Association of Canada Responds to Canadian Apology in the House of Commons http://watch.ctv.ca/news/latest/apology-in-parliament/#clip59186

(Patrick Brazeau) National Chief of the Congress of Aboriginal Peoples, and (Mary Simon) President of Tapiriit Kanatami respond to the apology:
http://watch.ctv.ca/news/latest/apology-in-parliament/#clip59184

Newspaper Scans (view and download) - inspired by Chris Kyriacou
http://www.sahajayoga.ca/Apology/Canadian-Apology-Aborigonals-National-Post.pdf
(National Post)

http://www.sahajayoga.ca/Apology/Canadian-Apology-Aboriginals-Globe-and-Mail.pdf
(Globe and Mail)

http://www.sahajayoga.ca/Apology/Canadian-Apology-Aboriginals-Vancouver-Sun.pdf (Vancouver Sun)

See attached Newspaper images
CTV Article with Video links
http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20080610/native_apology_080611/20080611?hub=Politics (Article)

The listening to and the respecting of our Aboriginal Mothers in our parliment for the first time was perhaps of highest importance, and reminiscent of the great significance of needing to do so, as highlighted in the Mahabharata.

Sahaja Yoga on Rogers TV (Canada)

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!