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
April
The Conversation of Being and Nonbeing
I bow to the play
of beauty and decay,
to the game of order
and disorder,
to the dance of love
and leaving –
and then their
sorting out
and relightening.
The more I watch
the simpler it becomes ~
the watcher
is,
the watched is not.
Pranamantra swirls
and swims within.
Ham sa
Ham sa
Ham sa
a Siddha Yogi from Oregon, USA
Satsang with a dog on a walk
I encounter a dog on a walk.
So intent, so purposed.
No wandering mind.
Nothing more important
than being present,
smelling the rock,
smelling the tree,
smelling my leg
as he encounters me.
Can l walk
with such purpose,
being so present,
not in the future,
not in the past,
happy in the here and now?
Letting it all be!
There is so much wisdom
in this dog encounter
for me.
a Siddha Yogi from Minnesota, USA
Subway Satsang
tight as a teacup
in the hurly-burly, hustle-bustle
underground darkness
of the morning New York subway
there’s still sandman
around the corner of our eyes
and some of us sip coffee listen to music
or think tranquil thoughts
connecting to our own understanding
of the truth
huddled in our puffy winter coats
to the stranger’s eye
we’re moles beneath the surface
but underneath, within
we bear the virtues
of swans, gazelles and lions
we demonstrate
tituksha
fortitude, patience, perseverance
as we travel from a… to b… to a
commuting from hearth to heart
making the journey for those we love
for me, this is the perfect time
to “See God in Each Other”
the ideal moment
for holding the company of the Truth
a Siddha Yogi from New York, USA
Seeking the Company of Silence
I began seeking
The company of Silence
Journeying along pathways of the mind
Only to become
Caught, ensnared, entangled
I remembered my friend, Mantra
Asked for his aid
Together we walked steadily
For a while
Impatient, I rushed ahead
Longing for Silence
Intense
Again and again I became trapped
Again and again Mantra assisted me
Mantra invited Breath to join us
Their combined presence
Taught patience
I let go
Allowed Mantra and Breath
To guide me
I became content
With their company
The rhythm of their pace
One day I noticed
A light coming closer
Around a bend was
Silence
Luminescent, pulsating
Awestruck I bowed
As I stood I saw
Mantra and Breath
Glowed with the same light
My eyes, until now
Had not seen
More astonishing
I too glimmered
I had been in the company of Silence
From the beginning
Now I keep the company of
Mantra, Breath and Silence
In my awareness
As much as I can
And know, with grace, one day
I
Will dissolve into Light
a Gurukula student in Gurudev Siddha Peeth
The vast sea of love!
Serene waters - roaring waves.
Depth, quiet and still.
A Siddha Yogi from Aichach, Germany
Satsang is Born in the Heart
Enveloped in Shades of Time
A Delicate Luminosity Slumbers
A Moment of Focus
A Grain of Attention
A Particle of Effort
The Truth Emanates
The Truth Circulates
The Truth Proceeds
Unveiling the Bond
Love Quickens
Satsang Emerges
A Siddha Yogi from Utah, 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