Golden Moments
in this eighth month of living Gurumayi’s Message
each day holds golden moments—
wake to worship
revel in the vibrant silence of meditation
walk in the wonder of nature
watch the soaring flight of a red kite
or the luminous hover of a dragon fly
remember Bade Baba’s eternal presence
and Baba’s magnificent freedom
feel the dew-drop jewels of gratitude
moisten the Heart
A Siddha Yogi from Llwyn-y-Groes, United Kingdom
July
In
Ashadha, the month of rains, when rivers of love
flow down from the crowns of snow-capped mountains
and gather in serene pools, smiling,
to reflect the light from the perfect moon above,
We honor the Guru, eternal principle of Truth,
and our beloved Gurumayi, the embodiment of grace and love.
A Siddha Yogi from California, USA
Shining among billions of stars, this fullest of moons
bestows light upon light, translating sun-fire into heart-light,
illumining our night, making it magic.
The Guru, who is sun and moon, day and night, seer and seen,
bestows light upon light and grace upon grace, awakening
our hearts, awakening our minds, making them magic.
A Siddha Yogi from Oregon, USA
The Guru’s moonbeams
reveal the cave of the Heart, illumining rubies
that dazzle with pristine love,
radiating the victory of unconditional joy
out into the world.
A Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
O Guru-Moon, whose essence is
ambrosia of all life
The most profound good fortune
To sit here, within your sight
And taste the sweetest sounds- to touch
the nectar of the Truth
A Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
Seeking
Absolute
Truth
Soul
Acknowledges
Never-ending
Grace
a Siddha Yogi from Michigan, USA
June
A perfect moment of satsang
Ah, this wonderful poem—sent by you!
Silence—coming from you!
Sunshine—your love for me!
A tiny strawberry—your
prasad for me!
A tall pink peony with fragrance—your robe in nature!
A four-leaf clover—a gift from you!
Gentle rain on my hair and cheeks—a sweet stroke from you!
In the east a rainbow so thick and so intensely colored that no artist
can reproduce it—colorful, joyful feelings sent from you directly
into my heart!
In the west sunrays along a cloud—your smile for me!
The tender song of a blackbird—your love-song for me!
My cats stroking along my legs—your sweetness for me!
My house and garden—your protection for me!
My feeling of being lucky—your compassion for me!
O God,
You are everything,
and Your rays are plenty,
but this one ray that is my Guru
is the most beloved ray in my heart.
a Siddha Yogi from Hindelang, Germany
Satsang
As I revisit my inner experiences—
the presence of my Beloved
deep within,
the deep inner guidance,
powerful and sublime,
I am in Satsang,
In the Presence of Truth.
My heart is open.
My heart is full.
Love flows.
Awareness fills my being.
I am in Satsang,
In the Presence of Truth.
The outer world is new,
brilliant with shimmering light,
sweet birdsong fills the air,
one bright yellow dandelion
standing tall in the green grass,
a feeling of stillness and deep peace
pervade.
I am in Satsang,
In the Presence of Truth.
a Siddha Yogi from California, USA
March
Satsang with Spider
At sunrise, studying sacred poetry,
My heart spreads open.
Soon thereafter, my open heart
spies a tiny spider
on the shower wall,
Scurrying,
south, then north,
west, then east—
like my mind before meditation—
Seeking safety,
Shelter from the shower’s storm.
Suddenly my heart spreads
wider in surprise:
I love this tiny spider!
Sensing only compassion
for this diminutive denizen of God’s creation,
Scurrying like me to find shelter,
I encircle the two of us
In
satsang—
in the Truth of our shared situation
as citizens of God’s space
on this scintillating “blue planet.”
The shower slows,
The spider pauses,
Curls into itself,
Safe at last.
I separate
and wend my way to meditation
Stopping here and there—
south, then north,
west, then east—
along the way.
Settling softly
into the solace of my own breath,
I savor the sweetness of
satsang
with the tiny spider.
A Siddha Yogi from Ohio, USA
Liberation
In the company of the Truth
That which is eternal
That which is ephemeral
Will be known
In the company of the Truth
That which is real
That which is unreal
Will be revealed
In the company of the Truth
That which is true
That which is false
Will be discerned
As the sun rose
Casting hues of gold, saffron, amber and ruby
Against the blanket of the velvety silence of early morn
My heart expanded and arose
Dancing in the vibration of renewal, rejoicing and reverence
Awakening from the slumber of the night
To the effulgent light within.
In the company of the truth
The hues of the sun
Connect to the vibrations
Of the heart
In the company of the Truth
Liberation and freedom
Dance joyfully
On the distant horizon
Keeping the company
Of the Truth
Absorbed in the lotus feet
Of my beloved Guru
I become one with all That is
A Siddha Yogi from Fitzroy North, Australia
In SATSANG forever
I hear you
I sense you
I want to see you
My hidden friend
Stay with me
And make yourself seen
I promise
To keep company with you
All day long
All of the night
And all of the rest of my life
You make me feel great
Exuberant
Content
Calm
A Siddha Yogi from Heidelberg, Germany
S imply observe, recognize, and be
A ware of what your heart is
T elling you with the rays of the
S un, and perceive the
A wesome sounds and colors of
N ature giving to your life a
G reater and renewed meaning.
A Siddha Yogi from Naucalpan, Mexico
each millisecond is a morning and there is nothing else I need
since you made yourself known as my essence,
everything wears your cloak exactly as itself.
each sun bird cloud smile human tree
dark star puppy puddle of oil enemy
each word spoken out of love fear ignorance
each prayer vibrating beyond the receding hairline of this universe
each thought blowing around this mind like a hairball—
you uttered one word and the silence that dripped down
reinvented this mind—just one drop of silence exposed
each aspect of my life, even my fears, as you.
this mind, which once barked like a terrified dog,
dazzles in your robe; this heart, which once buried its head under the covers,
never stops dancing; my mind will never fully comprehend who you are,
but that doesn’t stop each moment from shimmering in your colors,
welcoming everything that arises, with wonder.
thoughts tremble and shatter before your volcano of joy
and reassemble as laughter.
they are you as they are themselves, and they ripple out forever.
A Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
Ahh Satsang!
Om Guru,
In Your presence, my mind goes still.
All thoughts and questions disappear.
From this space of pure being,
My heart sings its song of love.
I’m awash in the nectar of bliss.
What is this I wonder?
What is this sweet intoxication?
From within this sacred space,
The awareness dawns…
Ahhh Satsang!
A Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
Satsang
In the company of the Truth,
I see the brilliance of this universe.
Enveloping me,
Invigorating me,
Within and without.
It is dazzling in its magnificence.
It breathes into my heart.
It moves in nature like the softest melody.
It glides; it flies.
It rests in beauty.
It is the gift that only Truth reveals.
I once fell into the ocean of your eyes
Seeking out the Truth.
The gift was there.
“Can you see the light?”
Can you see the light inside?”
Your words resounded.
“It’s mine.”
I fell into the infinite depths of your gaze and found
My Self.
It is mine.
I am still swimming there.
A Siddha Yogi from California, USA
Green Life
The birds are singing
in the outer darkness
as I sit seeking
the inner silence.
In their song
I hear the trees
and the earth.
I’ve been here before
on the edge of springtime,
that scent of incipience
stirring the longing
to go deep underground
where my roots are nourished
and rising, no matter what the weather,
boundless, one with the sky,
unfurling a green life
offered to the sun.
A Siddha Yogi from Kansas, USA
February
Dawn
Wrapped in a blanket of love,
And held in the heart of your hand,
Suddenly while living my life
This ordinary world
is infused with divine light~
Awake, aware and knowing
We are one.
A Siddha Yogi from Massachusetts, USA
Conversation with Baba
the Siddha sitting next to my
computer looks up
smiles, a book in his hand
soft white cotton drapes
strong shoulders
captured sunlight from a
window to his right
illuminates forehead, cheekbone,
chin, that steady smile,
his head tilts gently my way
outside, the snowy blowing
keeps me off the roads
sits me here beside him
noticing the moment
safe, calm, now
A Siddha Yogi from Michigan, USA
I whisper your name
I whisper your name
Gurumayi
and like that sun barely risen above the sea
there is an emerging sense of trust
of tenderness
of truth.
This sunlit warmth when your name touches my heart
these tidal waters when my being streams toward your name
Gurumayi
As I find my self in you
I find you in myself
A Siddha Yogi from Vancouver, Canada
Thought Flowers
Thought flowers,
word flowers
take me to
my heart flowers.
I rest in the sublime silence,
the company of the Truth,
the Satsang of the Self.
A Siddha Yogi from Woollamia, Australia
Satsang in Nature
I love spring
The golden light of Sun is embracing Earth
Mother Nature is in her full ecstasy
Flowers are blossoming wherever eyes go
Cold breeze is playing with small new leaflets
Every particle is dancing and enchanting God’s glory.
A Siddha Yogi from Noida, India
Satsang
Satsang
a whispering
of eternity
A Siddha Yogi from California, USA
Satsang in Action
The ground was a garden,
The skies were white gates to heaven.
The trees- ecstatic dancers;
In tune with the melodies of the soft winds,
And people; the embodiments of molten love-
Because;
Her eyes were made of stars,
Her mind married to the sun,
And She lived with her lover; the moon,
Within the abode of Her own kingdom- Her golden heart.
A Siddha Yogi from Yangon, Myanmar
I’m So Happy...!
You said:
“Satsang”
And kindled
The light of my awareness
In a unique way.
Two divine syllables
Overflowing with Your wonder-ful
Shakti.
“Sat”
‘Drumming’ in my heart
Sat, sat, sat, sat...
Who could reach its divine echoes?
“Sang”
Never alone
Always in Your company
Never ending enthusiasm
Surviving to all, to everything, to everybody
Forever
I’m so happy...!
I feel so good...!
Satsang
Gurudev
a Siddha Yogi from Madrid, Spain
Inside
My heart was fluttering this morning
There’s a change in my life coming up
And I am nervous about it
So much to do to get ready
So many goodbyes.
I said to my heart
Come on now
You know you want this more than anything
Get yourself together.
And The Voice came
That’s not
SATSANG
So I asked
SATSANG what it was
And the voice inside that came said
Sweetheart, of course you’re nervous
There is a lot to do
But you did it before
So you can do it again
One step at a time, dear one
One step at a time.
My shoulders opened
My chest relaxed
And I exhaled slowly and completely
I felt loved
I felt heard
I felt stronger
And so I am.
I had
Satsang.
Heard is very close to Heart.
Thank you, Gurumayi.
a Siddha Yogi from Pennsylvania, USA
Outside
Satsang is not the honeyed speech of manipulation
That arrests the development of anything real
Afterwards you feel an emptiness in your heart
The traces of a missed opportunity, a rent in the fabric.
The object of
Satsang is revelation
Of the truth of your connection to each other
Not dominance or winning some competition
But unity, clarity and joy.
Heart to heart
Eyes to loving eyes.
With
Satsang
Scintillation happens
From the first moment
Your hearts are smiling
Just looking at each other
Relishing just seeing each other before speech begins
And you find
With
Satsang
You don’t really need any speech at all
You already have everything there in each other
Heart to heart
Eyes to loving eyes.
a Siddha Yogi from Pennsylvania, USA
One Smile from Your Face
one smile from your face
was bright enough
to cover the billion branches of my life
with fragrant gardenias
one glance from your eyes
was penetrating enough
to awaken my Heart
to the sunrise of its own truth
one word from your lips
was complete enough
to grant me the bliss of silence
rippling throughout my being
any one of these gifts would have been enough,
but in your endless waterfall of grace,
you reveal your presence
in each moment, each person, each animal,
each thought, each feeling, each flower,
each landscape, each activity, each interaction
like the nectar that dwells
between a gardenia’s petals,
my Guru has infused her shakti
into each aspect of my life
each day she teaches me new ways
to greet this world with joy
A Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
Peace Starts Here With Me
Darkness comes from time to time…
For natural cycles like to rhyme.
Shadows wash this earth, you see;
They come and go through history
—with so much grandeur, so much strife—
Right into a single life.
So… shadows seem like a big deal,
Well… really, not so much.
I’ll place my bets on the Sun, as such,
Trust in the reveal:
God as light and… Consciousness—
That One who turns out to be us!
Lord Surya returns every day.
He’s just off to make his way
Shining on the other side,
So he’ll be here quite soon.
For now, he’s left us rays to ride,
Bouncing off the moon.
Oh radiance! I say,
—Inside of me and out—
Shadow times are but a play;
World peace is what we are about.
In contemplative light, it’s clear
There’s truth that I can hear
And nothing in the dark to fear.
In the long run and the short
It’s not so hard to see
Life’s a great and lively sport
… and peace starts here with me.
A Siddha Yogi from Hawaii, USA