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Saturday, 28 April 2018

Roar! Roar! Roar!




SD 7.10.10 "I offer respects to the Lord, full of six qualities, the purusa, the great soul, the killer of all miseries, the wonderful lion and man who is Brahman and Paramatma."

Nrsimha-tapani Upanisad ~ rtam satyam param brahma purusam nr-kesari-vigraham
The form of Nrsimha is the Supreme Brahman, the purusa, knowledge and truth.

Aisvarya Kadambini 1.5 "All glories to the most merciful Sri Govinda, the son of Nanda, who appeared from a pillar in the fierce form of Sri Nrsimha to remove the distress of His devotee Prahlada by killing His enemy Hiranyakasipu."


O Lion Lord,
please roar, roar, roar,
very loud,
show your angry eyes
and your ferocious mouth
and with your nails like chisels
cut through those impediments
of evil activities
residue of many lifetimes
inhabiting my mind
causing to the heart
miserliness and weakness
without the qualities
to become a worthy recipient
of the shower of mercy
poured by the saintly teachers.

O Lion Lord,
please roar, roar, roar,
very loud
show your sharp teeth
and  flaring nostrils
with your breath laden
with anger, please blow away
those seeds of aversion
which cause the unwanted
strong pillars of the ego
to boast, ridicule others
harboring the illusions
of superiority, prestige
and power.

O Lion Lord, please let your
deafening laughing roar
reach everywhere, inside and without,
please come, O Killer of miseries,
walk down the road
to the city of dualities,
to scare away the desires,   (1)
the impressions of the subtle body,
that impede me
to give happiness to others
to remove all that is vicious
and to see as You see
with equal vision.

O Lion Lord, please,
as gently as you only can
place your protecting paw
on my head
against the attacks of pretenders,
protect my spiritual and material
achievements
protect the steps of this errant
of karma,
so can walk steadily out
of the dreadful cycle.



1) SD7.10.8 "By the appearance of desire the functions of one's senses, mind, life, body dharma, determination, intelligence, shyness, wealth, strength, memory and truthfulness are destroyed."



Thursday, 2 February 2017

Nothing is as before


by Lakshmipati das (Italy)
This poem is a manifesto about the spiritual revolution that the appearance of Lord Gauranga Avatari brought about also within the context of the Vedic thought. He, as the Supreme Lord, disclosed the most revealing conclusions by asserting one fundamental principle that the goal is bhakti and the externals of religions are secondary.

This poetry was inspired by a prayer of Srila B R Sridhar Deva Goswami:

"At a time when religion was evaluated in terms of bodily relationship, saintliness was determined by ignorance, and yoga practice was motivated by sensual pleasure; when scholarship was cultivated just for voidism, japa was conducted for the sake of fame, and penance was performed out of vindictiveness; when charity was given out of pride, and on the pretext of spontaneous devotion the most gross, sinful acts were perpetrated - and in all such anomalous situations even the intelligentsia were at loggerheads with one another...." 

SB 10.23.43-44"...These women have never undergone the purificatory rites of the twice-born classes, nor have they lived as brahmacārīs in the āśrama of a spiritual master, nor have they executed austerities, speculated on the nature of the self, followed the formalities of cleanliness or engaged in pious rituals. Nevertheless, they have firm devotion for Lord Kṛṣṇa, whose glories are chanted by the exalted hymns of the Vedas and who is the supreme master of all masters of mystic power. We, on the other hand, have no such devotion for the Lord, although we have executed all these processes.”

Nothing is as before ~
divine love has been exposed,
religion is not something to long for
nor is liberation the scope;
heaven is not where eternality belongs
austerities may dry the soul,
saintliness is not what it appears on the surface
nor is measured by disciples and fame;
the Absolute Truth is no longer unnamed
or lost in the void,
knowledge no longer resides only
in logic and rhetoric,
temples are not places petrified in rites,
the hymns, echoing from stones
lost in the mist of time,
are no longer the swords of priests
to control the world,
when bereft of mercy
they fueled fears with holy curses;

Nothing is as before ~
the moon of Gauranga Avatari arose
and His moonlight has exposed
that liturgies harbor pride,
faithlessness is behind
enforced rules and roles,
no longer a means to reach God,
just meager profits on the altars
of evil and good,
of righteousness and virtue,
where bhakti never blooms;
charity, rituals, gender, caste and pride
are burning votive lamps
on materialist shrines
barren of devotion,
where compassion also dries
and also yoga fails
there is no determination
to contain the senses
nor to reach liberation;
the most Munificent Lord
came to deliver every soul,
to show the way beyond
spontaneous love was disclosed,
nothing is as arid and lacking of joy
as before,
bhakti 
is spontaneously and blissfully performed.
 love 
cannot be imposed.





Monday, 22 August 2016

LEGENDARY STEP

"Prabhupada's great journey, legendary voyage was to come to the West [...]"



"Why did Prabhupada get on the boat?  We have to stop and think "Why did Prabhupada get on the boat? [...]
So what about keeping Prabhupada in the center and what about remembering why Prabhupada got on the boat...  What about Prabhupada determination to keep trying .... that's what is about [...] why did Prabhupada get on the boat?  What did he really want, which were his expectations [...] what would Prabhupada said to us today [...]  Prabhupada got on that boat, no body else would get on that boat, Prabhupada did something that nobody else would have done. " Hridayananda Maharaja's lecture "I like this competition" 
"On this day we all think very hard and pray really pray hard to the Deities and Srila Prabhupada and really try to get the intelligence and the empowerment." Hridayananda Maharaja

The legendary step  

When you got on that boat
the ocean of miseries
started to dry
and you caused the sun to rise
on the horizon dark side,
as the mission of your life.

The step that you moved into that boat
had the gait of the empowered saint
descending from mystical stairs
loving and resolute with faith,
captain of the Lord's grace,
of a legendary travel
beyond boundaries
of time and place.

When you got on that boat,
myriads of souls,
slapped against shores
deserted of hopes,
started to dance
for the ghee of the Holy Names
fell in the dormant flames
of hearts living in vain,
ending faithless restrictions
of birth, caste - any mundane chain.

Your feet on that boat
challenged the arid infertile void
filling its vows of silence
with sound reverberating joy,
a renaissance started
around the world
on every continent roads,
a land of prophecies
was finally disclosed.

The magic of your step
on that boat,
was the desire
of the Golden Lord
to carry loving devotion
to the entire world,
and you want us still
to keep bestowing
upon people your gift,
as it was received
and by bringing your feet
to step - again and again
on that ship,
as intelligently as you did;
only in this way 
love and compassion
will reach many hearts
by your ever-flowing love.


On your glorification by your spiritual grand-daughter,
MadhavaLata dd








Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Robbed Heart - Lyrics - ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ The song of Gadadhara Pandit♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ 

To taste Radha's love Krishna plundered her heart of love ....

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ To listen the song click :


LYRICS

The Golden Moon 
            Rose and robbed my heart
Shines with the wealth 
            Of my stolen love

Like an emptied husk
            Blown by the wind
I follow now 
            The owner of my love

Emptied like a night
            Plundered of moonlight
I live like a shadow
            Of my own heart


The broken-winged bird
            Which is my heart
Unable to fly
            The moods of love

My heart ransacked
            I live exiled
Now onlooker
             Of my own love

Emptied like a night
            Plundered of moonlight
I live like a shadow
            Of my own heart
R)        I’m broken my heart was robbed of Love
            I was an ocean – now without waves
            This life had a dawn without light
            In a dark moon night.

The Golden Moon 
            Rose and robbed my heart
Shines with the wealth 
            Of my stolen love

Like an emptied husk
            Blown by the wind
I follow now 
            The owner of my love

Emptied like a night
            Plundered of moonlight
I live like a shadow
            Of my own heart

R)        I’m broken my heart was robbed of Love
            I was an ocean – now without waves
            This life had a dawn without light
            In a dark moon night.
                        In a dark moon night.

                                    In a dark moon night.


Monday, 7 September 2015

GOLDEN EMBRACE

Golden as Radha's love
CC Adi Lila 6.108  "He tries to taste His own sweetness, but He cannot do so without accepting the emotions of a devotee."


"Vrinda : Alas ! Alas! The pain of separation from Mukunda has unsettled Radha's mind. Sometimes She runs about, and sometimes She stands still like a painted picture. Sometimes She laughs, and sometimes She weeps bitterly. Sometimes She is very talkative, and sometimes She is silent." Lalita Madhava Scene 1- Unmatta-radhika




When Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu recited this verse, He immediately fell to the ground unconscious. He was overwhelmed and had no control over Himself.
Exhibiting ecstatic emotions, the Lord began to run here and there, making resounding noises. Sometimes He laughed, and sometimes He cried, and sometimes He danced and sang.
Trembling, perspiration, jubilant tears, shock, fading of the bodily luster, disappointment, moroseness, loss of memory, pride, joy and humility were all visible in Śrī Caitanya Mahāprabhu's body." CC ML 4.198-202

Monday, 27 April 2015

Prayer from the Pillar


My Lion Lord,
I am here,
in this dark dream,
lost and overwhelmed
in a cloudy corner of Your realm;
down ~
beyond the Viraja river
on an expanse of water,
in a cluster of bubbles
exhaled from Your breath,
 further down ~
behind the seven coverings
caused by the false ego,
way down ~ 
within a drop of many drops,
dripped from Your pores
so far down ~
on one of the billion spheres
floating in space,
down here ~
entrapped in fears,
in a form of bleak desires
reduced to a dimmed sparkle
caught between the pliers of the mind,
an infinitesimal dot of existence,
where my soul cries
barely audible,
like words shouted in water.
I am here,
a fossil in a pillar
of million of lifetimes
please break it open with your claws
take me up
to sit on your lap
from where
 I can fearlessly look
  down
at the remains
of this stony heart.