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Source: Osho International Newsletter

A soul stirring Bengali song from Gitanjali by Tagore : Klanti Amar Kshoma Karo Prabhu

 ক্লান্তি আমার ক্ষমা করো প্রভু,
                   পথে যদি পিছিয়ে পড়ি কভু॥
          এই-যে হিয়া থরোথরো   কাঁপে আজি এমনতরো
এই বেদনা ক্ষমা করো, ক্ষমা করো, ক্ষমা করো প্রভু ॥
                   এই দীনতা ক্ষমা করো প্রভু,
                   পিছন-পানে তাকাই যদি কভু।
          দিনের তাপে রৌদ্রজ্বালায়   শুকায় মালা পূজার থালায়,
সেই ম্লানতা ক্ষমা করো, ক্ষমা করো, ক্ষমা করো প্রভু ॥

English Transliteration

Klanti aamaar kshama karo prabhu,
Pathe jodi pichhiye pari kabhu   
  Ei je hiya thorothoro  kaape aaji emontoro
Ei bedonaa kshama karo, kshama karo, kshama karo prabhu   
Ei deenota kshama karo prabhu,
Pichhon paane taakaai jodi kabhu  
  Diner taape roudrajawalay  shukaay maalaa pujaar thaalaay,
Sei mlanota kshama karo, kshama karo, kshama karo prabhu

English Translation

FORGIVE MY languor, O Lord,
If ever I lag behind
Upon life's way.
Forgive my anguished heart
Which trembles and hesitates
In its service.
Forgive my fondness
That lavishes its wealth
Upon an unprofitable past.
Forgive these faded flowers
In my offering
That wilt in the fierce heat
Of panting hours.

Summary of the poem

My weariness forgive o lord If I ever fall behind on my way My heart is all a flutter, trembling so in this way This aching pain, forgive, o lord This worldliness, forgive o lord If I ever look to the past. Scorching heat of day withers flowers on worship tray.This faded hue forgive o lord forgive.

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The speaking tree - Dissolving Differences With Flowers

Pranav Khullar





As the Sufi call to the Beloved reached its crescendo the entire complex of Qutubuddin Bakhtiar Kaki's dargah seemed suffused with the mystical sound of the qawwali. You are being invited to experience another dimension, where the mind merges with the Ruh, the Soul, and the humdrum of everyday existence is forgotten in that ecstatic moment. Unsurprisingly , this dargah complex at Mehrauli has become the focal point of a unique interfaith festival of floral offerings, the Sair-e-Gul Faroshan, popularly known as the Phoolwalon-ki-Sair.
The qawwali seems to reverberate the composite strands of our cultural mosaic ­ a remarkable sufi-yogic syncretism which lies at the core of our being, and which was triggered off by the Khwaja at Ajmer and Bakhtiar Kaki at Delhi. Islam's mystical flavour is heightened in the musical outpouring of verses written in the vernacular by Sufi saints.
This festival of flowers, in the great tradition of bonding of communities, revivifies the spirit as each participant joins in the procession to offer flowers and pankhas or fans at the dargah of Qutu buddin Bakhtiar Kaki and the ancient adjoining temple of Yogmaya at the Mehrauli complex.
Tradition has it that Akbar Shah II's queen had vowed to offer a chadar and flowers at the dargah and a pankha at the Yogmaya Mandir, if her wish for the safe return of her son Mirza Jehangir from his exile at Allahabad was fulfilled. Not only did the wish come true but the incident flagged off the festival of floral offer ings at the dargah and temple every year.
The call of the Sufi is the mystical emotional outpouring of the heart which reaches out to the Self in its compassion.
Yogmaya Temple is believed to date back to the Mahabharata, that recounts the story of Yog maya, infant sister of Krishna ­ reincarnation of the Mother Goddess ­ who escapes Kansa in Mathura, and predicts his doom at the hands of the eighth born of Devaki in an akashvani before dis appearing into the ether.
Since the site is believed to be spiritually charged, the Mehrauli temple complex has hosted the sadhana or meditation of many a yogi and faqir.
It is said that a Sufi is one who possesses nothing and nothing pos sesses him except the name of God and service of humanity . It is this spirit of complete surrender and simplicity which endears the Sufi to one and all, especially the commoner, and it is this spirit which gets embodied in such interfaith bonding festivals.
This festival of flowers and floral tributes, the Phoolwalon-ki-Sair, spreads the message of spiritual bonding and brotherhood even today , through the fragrance of its offerings.It is like those few still points of the turning world to which all of us go back to, to remind ourselves of our common heritage, and revive our inner spiritual core, through festivities and music.
Phoolwalon-ki-Sair is a reminder to dissolve our differences and know that each belongs to the other, and one would be empty and bereft without the other.

Courtesy: The Times of India, October 18, 2014

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Love
Ramananda

Kahlil Gibran: On Children

This is a beautiful poem by great Lebanese artist, poet, and writer, Kahlil Gibran. One of his most notable lines of poetry in the English-speaking world is from "Sand and Foam" (1926), which reads: "Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you". This line was used by John Lennon and placed, though in a slightly altered form, into the song "Julia" from The Beatles' 1968 album The Beatles.

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

होली की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें

आपका जीवन राममय बने। आपको व  आपके परिवार को होली की शुभकामनायें। पेश है मेरे द्वारा लिखी कुछ लाइनें।

जीवन के कैनवास पर
सुन्दर चित्र बनाइये
कुछ अबीर कुछ कबीर
कुछ सुर्ख कुछ पीले
कुछ गुलाब कुछ नीले
छाप छोड़ें
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में
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जो सब रंगों के मेल से बनता हैं
नाचो गाओ हंसो हंसाओ
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होली मुबारक।

विनीत रसाइली 'रामानंद'

Kabira Rocks: Moko Kahan Dhundhe Re Bande

Kabir Das, a mystical poet and great Saint of India, was born in the year 1440 and died in the year 1518. The name Kabir comes from Arabic Al-Kabīr which means 'The Great' – the 37th name of God in Islam. Kabir Panth is the huge religious community which identifies the Kabir as the originator of the Sant Mat sects. The members of Kabir Panth are known as the Kabir panthis who had extended all over the over north and central India. Some of the great writings of the Kabir Das are Bijak, Kabir Granthawali, Anurag Sagar, Sakhi Granth etc.

मोको कहां ढूढे रे बन्दे -कबीर दास 

मोको कहां ढूढे रे बन्दे
मैं तो तेरे पास में

ना तीर्थ मे ना मूर्त में
ना एकान्त निवास में
ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में
ना काबे कैलास में

मैं तो तेरे पास में बन्दे
मैं तो तेरे पास में

ना मैं जप में ना मैं तप में
ना मैं बरत उपास में
ना मैं किर्या कर्म में रहता
नहिं जोग सन्यास में
नहिं प्राण में नहिं पिंड में
ना ब्रह्याण्ड आकाश में
ना मैं प्रकति प्रवार गुफा में
नहिं स्वांसों की स्वांस में

खोजि होए तुरत मिल जाउं
इक पल की तालाश में
कहत कबीर सुनो भई साधो
मैं तो हूँ विश्वास में

Translation by Rabindranath Tagore

O servant, where dost thou seek Me?
Lo! I am beside thee.

I am neither in temple nor in mosque:
I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash:

Neither am I in rites and ceremonies,
nor in Yoga and renunciation.

If thou art a true seeker,
thou shalt at once see Me:
thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time.

Kabîr says, "O Sadhu! God is the breath of all breath."

What is Vedanta?

India 's culture is based on a body of knowledge known as the four Vedas. This knowledge came from rishis, seers, who in states of deep meditation visualised this teaching in the form of mantras, many thousands of years ago. Much later, a great sage known as Vyasa arranged the Vedic mantras into four specific texts known as Rig-Veda, Yajur Veda, Sama Veda and Atharva Veda. This knowledge, which is said to be not of human origin, formed the blueprints for humanity in terms of how it should live and interact with its environment and the world at large.

The end portions of the four Vedas are known as Upanishads which are teachings of a more subtle nature. The Upanishads teach in infinite detail that there is one consciousness that is in and through the universe and every form of life. It is Brahman. It is awareness. There is nothing else. This is Vedanta.

There are one hundred and eight known Upanishads in existence today. There are thought to have been many more. Of these, ten are considered to form a nucleus for the teaching known as Brahmavidya - the knowledge of Brahman.

A post-Buddhism-era sage called Shankara popularised these ten Upanishads and wrote extensive commentaries on them and the Bhagavad Gita, which contains the essence of the Upanishadic teaching. For in these Upanishads is the clear knowledge of who I am.

The Upanishads show through the knowledge of Brahman that immortality and freedom from the cycle of life and death are the true nature of humanity and of every form of life.

 

Courtesy: dayananda.org

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