Those days, Those days
in Prashanti, not a care in the world waiting for the Lord of the Universe Rainbow sequined saris flutter like colorful prayer flags in the sultry, warm breezes Women devotees, buzzing honeybees, breathlessly squeeze into granite window openings outside the mandir straining to see, hoping their adoring eyes will be blessed by the nectarine vision of Sai Avatar Seva Dal angels in vivid orange and yellow scarves manage to bridle the swooning, burgeoning, euphoric crowds with spirited "Sairam, Sairams" O Baba what we wouldn't give for a chance to once more see your airborne Lotus feet floating towards us on the golden sands of Puttaparthi Reverently, I press my fingertips to my eyelids taking padnamaskar these orbs, these orbs once gazed upon the holy sight of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba
My hubsy and I went for a moonlit stroll
graceful billowy branches gently ripple above us Black swans sailing in the moonlight Squawking sounds of katydids, crickets, frogs sawing zzz's and occasional loud drone of rap music cut through, punctuated the brisk night air As we meandered our shadows grew taller, towering temple steeples stretching across patchy luminescent streets We even caught a fleeting glimpse of our silver sillhouettes superimposed like Milky Way gods over the heavens I looked at my darling spouse, heart palpitating my hand tucked cozily into his "We are Vast Beings David," I whispered tenderly "So much more that we realize."
The crystal ball is clouded in misty veils
but sometimes a soft wind rattles, blowing the beaded curtains aside and we glimpse the enigmatic, the mysterious In one such revelatory dream: I was dressed in a black crepe abhaya with gold Kashmiri trim My face shrouded in skeins of muslin cloth there was a knock on the door, shyly I peeked from behind my niqab A group of friends gathered outside encouraging me to go out with them Refusing, politely, I explained that I was fasting for Ramadan. As the dream faded, I later mentioned it to a Muslim saleswoman whom we purchased incense from. Her eyes grew big as the crescent moon and star Surprised and startled, excitely she revealed: "We are celebrating Ramadan right now!"
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 5
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem Welcome to my world, the entire world grasp with ecstatic love, Ecstatics towards my Beloved and his elegant world, He taught me, the true submission towards his creator and to the love, The love, that what we seek in this world, when I merge in his love, He transformed Himself, into everything, that I see, smell and sense, He is the key, towards myself and to my destiny Welcome to my world, as my entire world grasp with ecstatic!!!!! Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Glass spheres glide
smoothly over my fingers one shining rosary bead at a time circumambulating my prayerful palms I hear crisp swoosh of Buddhist nuns kashaya robes inhale resinous frankincense from Catholic monk's thuribles as they circle their chosen deities Like the earth revolving around the Sultan Sun trillions of incandescent solar systems biospheres realms and lokas unknown swirl perfectly, sublimely round the One astonishing Beauty that is God We stare starry eyed through a colossal, powerful telescope with eyes like moons How fortuitous are we to be on this heavenly trajectory Divine Cosmonauts spiraling mandalas eternally orbiting The Great I AM
Surya Lights the blazing candle in the sky
and our day begins on a pillow of clouds my spirit bows at His vast blue altar In fact, gods, goddesses, earthlings and all the inhabitants of the Cosmos kneel and prostrate at His glorious, life giving Feet Today Lord Surya ascends to His northernmost temple in the heavens Courtly tablas boom, traditional Indian trumpets blare Sweet sticky aroma and flavors of sesame and jaggery confection overflow in banquet halls on earth and in Kailasa Colorful kites, bits of starry confetti drift downward from the celestial celebration David and I, our hands folded in prayer stand on the front lawn offering our salutations to the Golden Lord By Serendipitous good fortune, my brother Chris just happens to pass by at this moment and stops to join us in our Sun worship Happy Makar Sankranti May Surya Deva's auspicious saffron rays bless you with Peace, Love and Prosperity
Funny, how after a long protracted illness
everything in nature is so acutely radiant and refreshing The fountain grass crouching near the French trellis shakes his lime green mane and roars: "Good Morning!" The little sparrow chirping his **** off in the pin oak tree permeates my ears with rhapsodic melody Golden eyes of Cape May daisies gazing giddily up at the sun lights up the garden Egyptian roses swinging their fragrant censers march in stately procession Divine Mother, Goddess, High Priestess with eyes the color of sunrise reflected on aquamarine ocean waves and sea foam taps her healing wand over Winter's crystal head And the terrestrial world, all that is mortal, morbid and subject to decay springs to life....again...and again.....
Swami Krishna's eyes flashed
lightning bolts illumining his round, brahmin raincloud colored face. Igniting logs in the huge fire pit for our ancestral puja he chanted ancient vedic hymns, it was a beautiful offering on this venerable Sunday morning. Rites for remembering ancestors is a tradition in many cultures, not so much in the west. Swami Krishna elaborated on its importance: We thank them for the good, for laying the groundwork and support of our lineage. We remember them with love and gratitude, he stated, wrapping the yellow and red priestly shawl closer to his body. Strong, musky, acrid, odor of wood burning stung our nostrils one by one, ritualistically we added ghee, incense sticks, flowers, herbs and rice to the auspicious serpentine flames I could sense my mother near spicy whiff of curry and channel no. 5 mixing with clouds of smoke A secret door slowly opened in the heavens as a procession of ghostly relatives took their place around the blazing havan It was almost high noon and Surya, the Sun God halted His brilliant chariot driven by 7 rainbow hued horses Hovering mid-air over our holy gathering He raised His Golden Hands in Blessing
Winter nuzzles His chilly
Ivory cheek next to mine Puffs of frozen air hang like heart shaped clouds around us Crystal eyes gaze directly, clearly unflinching into my night sky orbs His kiss is cold but laser true Together we skate though colorful Christmas lights, sequinned landscapes Across constellations, borealis and the Great Beyond Loving it all with vast polar bear hugs
I stepped outside my door this morning
a flock of snowy egrets soaring above greeted my eyes, also in the distance two stygian vultures added to the yin/yang of the moment Facing eastward, Surya, the Sun God stretched out His long burnished arms yawning away starry remnants of night My neck has been giving me trouble lately I asked Surya to give me a solar massage standing barefoot in the jeweled dew and damp grass Surya's life giving warm rays penetrated the gloomy, dreary alleyways of my mind and body Smiling up at our beautiful, radiant Sun God I blew fairy kisses toward the sky bright faced cape may daisies and disneyland roses scattered petals at His most auspicious, splendid lustrous lotus Feet