Have you heard the Master say "Hollow and empty is what you should be"? Have you ever wondered "What difference would that make to me"? As I worked this thought Over and over in my mind As I drove this idea Deeper and deeper into my heart I began to see That Which earlier I did not. A lovely long flute was what I saw With seven little holes made in it A soft, soothing tune was what I heard Enchanting, as someone played on it. It made me laugh, it made me cry It made me sigh with deep delight. Am I that flute, I asked my Self, lovely and long? Are those my seven chakras, pure and strong? Are You the flautist, I asked my God, through my tears, Playing the single song, the wonderful Uni-verse? What I got in answer, was that Gentle, Knowing smile That said it All, without saying why!
I moved a little closer and peered a little deeper Into that long, hollow reed Amazed at the quality of the sound emanating. So clear, so clean so soft, so haunting. Neither blocks did I see Nor any cracks, That might have distorted Or disintegrated The melody of the Divine song. So absorbed I was I did not notice that I was not alone... There He was, His head just a little tilted, Smiling as I melted! "How much love you hold and give to all around you, in all that you say and do, Is your only practise. Breathe in, love yourself Breathe out, love everything else!" He threw back His head and laughed And then added, "Now what can be simpler than that!" I now began to realize The meaning of His song - Day in, day out Breathe in, breathe out Love in, love out Love in, love out!! Sharing, caring, sparing Simple, clean goodwill Sending, spending, serving Pure, clear energy Oh! What a neat way to live And then, to leave a legacy - A legacy of life, lived in love!
The image stays with me, I cannot shake it off Of the flute and The flautist, and the everlasting song. Now, I see not one flute but many, many more Some weak, some meek Some pretty, some gritty Some long, some strong And through them all, He is playing the same, sweet song! "How does He do this!" I whispered to myself, When a chuckle I heard near me I looked around and found Him, standing right behind me! "That is the beauty, my child", He said, "Of being the silence, For that is when you hear With every inch of your being, Not just with your ears." And by now, as you might have guessed, my cheeks were wet with tears! Ever so gently, He wiped them away, They vanished at His touch. "There is so much more in store for you If you will only let Me in Open your heart and your soul And then will you begin To see and hear and taste and touch Like you never have before The sweetest perfumes will surround you And experiences galore! You will each day move that one step Closer to your goal." "What goal, my Lord", I said, "lies ahead of me now, for have I not reached You?" Once again I heard Him chuckle In that charming way of His, "You are in me, and I in you Always were and always will be; To hold this vision is the challenge, To remember in all you do, that I belong to you!
This set of 11 poems is inspired by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar . My husband and I were fortunate enough to attend a Meditation Course at His Ashram in Bangalore, India in September 1996. It is very difficult to find words to describe the beauty we found .. . inside us!!
I have been blessed with gifts of grace That even I am not aware of Little did I know why I was happy I just knew I was! Only when someone said "Bless me, so I'm always laughing like you" I stopped to wonder where the magic was. The answer lay in the most frequent question I would ask of myself NOW what? NOW what? NOW what? For being in the present Is being in the Presence Of He who knows it all. Past and future are but illusions To One who sees it all. When I am with Him, do I not see A little of what He does? Then where is the fear or the worry Of what is gone and what is not yet? It becomes ever so easy To be happy and to have fun And to wear the biggest smile That can be stolen by none!
Our bags were packed, Our eyes open wide As we had talked into the night, Of the week that had gone by. Now we quietly made our way For our meeting with Him. Shakti opened her heart to us and held us in her arms As we basked in the warmth Of His light. He looked at each one and asked a question or two When my turn came, He simply nodded Was He saying no words were needed?! Was He saying, I wondered, He knew who I was for ever so long And ever so well There was nothing to ask, Nothing to tell!! One by one we took His blessings I simply could not let go Of the comfort I found in His presence Of the solace I found in His touch Of the love I saw in His eyes Of ever so much more! I lay my head in His lap And let myself go .. "I don't want to leave ..." I said, somehow, through my tears. A gentle smile rose on That face And That voice softly whispered "Keep coming!" It is three years now and I have not returned. Even as this thought appears, Here comes another - I have never come from there, How do I return!
Sumeru threw her arms open To the wide, open skies As if, to enfold the vast space And bring it down to us. We stood around, three hundred of us, A smile here, a giggle there, A few hugs, and lots of happy tears! Having to go, yet not wanting to let go Of all that we had shared. There was a sudden quiet Then came That sweet laugh Which has no second He moved around us, As if drinking us all in, All the tears disappeared As He replaced them with cheers. And then, I saw Him standing on that little central mound His white robes dancing merrily, Teasing all those around. For a moment I was transported To the Sermon on the Mount "Oh ...... Jesus!" A million questions rushed into my head A myriad feelings unknown! In that one moment I had travelled a thousand years and more! How could I have known? What brought the recognition? Was this what was meant by the Universal connection? One glance, one stance is enough to remind you Where you came from And where you have to go!
I once was asked "What makes you sing with such feeling? "Surrender", came my prompt reply! Great sympathy flowed From the questioner, in anticipation Of a tale of devastation "What happened" he asked with great concern "Gratitude happened" I said, giggling at his look, as if of having seen an unwelcome apparition!! So sure he was that surrender and gratitude Were born of death and destruction!! What I said was met with total disbelief .. Surrender is not about giving up It is a simple letting in It seems to me of all that I need to be me! Even the greatest materialist Would see he only stands to gain In this special offer without bargain! All that is needed comes to me for free All that is needed is I be ready to receive the knowledge that all that I needed was always with me! That readiness comes with surrender Perhaps, surrender brings the readiness! The fruit or the seed - What comes first? One can only wonder In ready surrender!
A woman points to herself And tells you "I am your mother" Did you doubt her? Your mother points to a m an And says to you "This is your father" Did you doubt her? Your father points up And shows to you "That is the sun" Did you doubt him? A woman gives herself to you with "I love you" You doubt her! A Master proclaims with all His might "You are that" You doubt Him! Wherefrom did this doubt arise? From where came this denial? Where has flown the faith? What has blown the belief? Who has trampled the trust Deep into the dust? Going back to the days Of being a child again Where belief prevents a clinging to the past Where faith avoids a craving for the future Where trust drives roots into the present I hate you, I love you That was good, this is horrible Were just moments in experience Passing by leaving no residue Carrying no surplus Just as space holds And the wind blows Just as the water flows As the earth grows And the fire glows Without a thought of yesterday Or a care for tomorrow! To be a child again? To go back to the elements Of which we are made! To realize where we came from And recognize where we have to go Oh! To be born again! Oh! To be a child again! Jai Guru Dev!
"Be like the swan," my father said when I was very small "Pick out the milk from the water, when the two are mixed." A quest for purity was the message here or so, it seemed to me. Milk is milk even when gallons of water is mixed with it How then, does poison, Change it When just a drop is put in it? People, situations, events All turn liquid before me I look for milk And leave the water behind in everything I see! The two have A role to play A message to preach A lesson to teach! Aware that they exist I learn to distinguish and discriminate Neither better or worse They each have a place On the Cosmic stage! "Be like the swan," my Father said As He smiled down at me! "In the water, get not wet! Revel, rejoice, Celebrate, participate Don't wait, Don't waste Another day, another moment Of your stay in paradise!"
The hall was huge, The faces bright The voices filled with joy As each one sang from the very Bottom of the hearts Which belonged to Him! Each went up to be blessed As if they already were not! What is an hour or even, two To one who transcends time? The first, the middle and the last He had something special for all A smile here, a hug there A word or two for some A flower for one, a garland for another To each His very own! I just stood gazing Filling myself up It just did not seem enough! Finally it was my turn I bent to touch His feet What happened next I do not know! I was spinning around Like I never have before Two shafts of light were all that I could see One was Him, the other Me! It took awhile to realise what I had done I had held His hands and swirled with Him All on my very own! Upset were those very close to Him Oh ... They had a lot to say! Any other time I would have cried From the pain that came my way Not so, this time ... For a space deep down, had been found so filled with love and grace "I am sorry I hurt your feelings," I said "Please understand, it was not something I planned Keep me away, if you so desire My experience is mine to keep my learning, my smile, my sleep and, for the last, I save my Jai Guru Dev!" Lessons learnt at our own home Are like medicine, bitter They are the best, however, For all that life brings later The heart ruffles its feathers and begins its flight Towards the very Source of Light!
Crossing "Why do you stand at the shore? Dive into the ocean and reach the other side You will find me waiting to walk by your side. Not ahead, not behind, but with you right beside. Many-a-time have we met Since time immemorial Many-a-form have I assumed Many-a-language have I spoken Hoping you will understand Always my heart was open And my arm extended I have never ever left you untended!" What else did I need to get me going? I plunged right in! Wonders I had never known of Swam effortlessly before me Life in myriad forms Flowed ceaselessly through me Light followed suit with such brilliance It lit up the whole of Existence! Time stood still or flew past It was of no consequence! With no beginning and no end Were the scenes flashing by! "If this is how it is in the middle", I wondered "How would it be on the other shore!"