Monday, September 30, 2013
Celestial Poems of Sathya Sai Baba
"Mother's love is more fragrant than the jasmine flower;
It is more tender than the Champak creeper;
Soften than the creamy layer of cheese and butter;
More beautiful than the peacock's eye
And more soothing than full moon light."
~ Sri Sathya Sai Baba ~
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Prema
"How is Prema to be cultivated?
It can be done through two methods:
(1) Consider the faults of others no matter how big
to be insignificant and negligible. Consider your
own faults, however insignificant, to be big
and feel repentant.
(2) Whatever you do with yourself or with others,
do it remembering that God is omnipresent.
He sees and hears and knows everything."
~ Sri Sathya Sai Baba ~
(Prema Vahini)
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Dance of the Soul
When Thou didst sit upon Thy throne, with a
Crown upon Thy head, I did prostrate myself
Upon the ground and called Thee "My Lord".
When Thou didst stretch out Thy hand in blessing
Over me, I knelt and called Thee "My Master."
When Thou didst raise me from the ground, holding
Me with Thine arms, I drew closer to Thee and
Called Thee "My Beloved".
But when Thy caressing hands held my head
Next to Thy glowing heart and Thou didst kiss me,
I smiled and called Thee "Myself".
(From: "Dance of the Soul",
Sufi Sayings by Hazrat Inayat Khan)
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Significant Words
Last Dasara, on the day when the poor were fed, I and few others were holding back the thousands, beyond the gate of Prasanthi Nilayam for over two hours, when suddenly, in obedience to some one’s orders, they broke all barriers and rushed pell-mell to the pandal, to the left of the Nilayam!
I was very much annoyed that all our labour gone to
waste; but Baba called me towards the pandal saying “Menon! Go and see that all
are seated in rows. I am coming.” I went to the pandal and was surprised to see
all that motley mass arranged in perfect rows.
Baba came there in a few minutes. He walked along
the rows, and turning towards me, said, “Menon! Look at the wonderful variety
of creation!” That was a revealing remark. Those words opened my eyes. Yes,
there must have been present in that pandal, at that time, many pious souls,
sadhakas, saints, seekers, pretenders, penitents, idlers, idealists, castaways,
morons, misfits, and many other types besides, making up this vast
multicoloured panorama of humanity. The scene was not something to be viewed
with disgust, as I was prone to; it was something to be watched, and studied
with sympathy and discrimination.
A few hours later when the feeding had started and
Baba had served with His Hand the sweets to the poor, Himself to each and
everyone. I was in the kitchen near the pile of the rice, straightening my back
to relieve the strain. Suddenly, Baba appeared before us. He asked me, “Grand,
isn’t it?” I replied, “Yes, Swami. There must be at least three thousands.” But
Baba smiled and said, “Not that! The Shanti and the Ananda (Peace and
Happiness) here now… How is that?” Significant words those two! Yes, they
revealed to me my error, in getting disgusted with the noise and confusion all
around me. I must have concentrated, instead on the Ananda that the poor got
and the consequent Shanti that prevailed in their minds. These were more real,
than the noise and confusion, certainly.
Thus does Baba, by a casual remark, a word or two,
reveal to the ignorant the significance of things and events. He is The
Sadguru, the Supreme Teacher.
~ Sri PS Menon ~
(S.S. Sept.1970)
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
The Instrument of Flattery
Zebunnissa was the daughter of the Moghul Emperor Aurangazeb. She
was not only beautiful and charming but a great scholar and a poetess.
She was an ardent lover of Indian Culture.
Once, Aurangazeb gave her a beautiful mirror as a birthday gift. Zebunnissa loved the mirror very much. One day her maid was holding the mirror to her while Zebunnissa was combing her hair after her bath. The mirror just slipped from the hand of the maid and broke into pieces.
The maid was mortally afraid. She knew that the mirror was a
precious gift, given to the princess and how much she loved the mirror.
The maid was prepared to accept any punishment her princess may give
her. She fell at her feet.
But the princess very calmly said with a
smile. "Get up. I am glad the instrument of flattery is broken. Why
worry over the broken mirror? Even this body to which all these
articles cater is liable to damage and destruction".
Is this not a
lesson in detachment?
(Chinna Katha from the Divine Discourses of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)
Monday, September 16, 2013
Celestial Poems of Sathya Sai Baba
"Charity is the ornament for the hand
Truth is the ornament for the throat
Listening to the sacred text is the ornament for the ears
Of what use are all other jewels?"
~ Sri Sathya Sai Baba ~
A Sincere Seeker
"A sincere seeker and devotee can have no interest in
the world's theatre of objective pleasures and petty passions.
These inferior desires have to be renounced and checked.
They lie at the root of all misery."
~ Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba ~
(Prashanti Vahini)
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