Om Ganesha
Morning Pujas and Prayers.
Oct 14, 2010
Namaste my chelas all over the world.
You keep writing in about the Bhagavati Poems and so I looked deep in the files and found this one.
Remember these were sung in the early eighties.
When you read these ancient words look at your River Painting and go deeply into the River Herself.
There are many ways to use your Paintings like counting the ghats and the steps to the River saying Ram Ram Ram on each step.
There are bells and birds and always Bhagavati looking across the Ganga calling out for Her Swami Nityananda to teach Her of Her Beloved Laxman.
There is also Mother Kali or Shiva or any of the Gods and Goddesses across the Ganga.
Some times hidden by the trees.
You always receive the one meant for you and you alone.
Here is the Bhagavati Poem sung so long ago.
I remember the mountain top, Mount Kailash, when I first heard them calling us.
Shivaya Shivaya where is your bride?
He was wearing leopard skin and I was trying to hide.
Get outside Ma, please get outside to your own.
How can I go?I am so very young and they invade my home. they invade my home.
He looked at me with eyes so stern He said, it is time for you to learn.
That they are home, they are home.
I opened the door to the kuti hut so warm.
It looked like the stars were having a storm. And there you sat my chelas quietly , quietly by the dhuni.
By the dhuni waiting, waiting waiting for me.
Sheepishly I walked in the snow.
No one talked and Laksman let me go.
You chela, made room by the dhuni and I sat down quietly.
I looked at you but worse than that, you looked at me.
One child of ten stood up, I will never forget his face. He looked upon my being and said Ma Ma grant me the grace grant me your grace.
I, much not older then he, put my hand on his head and looked at Laxman with a silent plea.
I grant you love for eternity, I grant you love for eternity.
The child he found it wasn’t what he wanted.
He said Ma, Ma, grant me you, on your grace.
That I may look upon your face.
I put my head down almost burning my hair.
I did not want my chelas to see the tears that was there.
They had climbed so high as high as can be.
Bringing wood and supplies for Laksman and me.
Sit down little boy, what you want will be I promise thee.
As old sick man stood up as well as he could, He said Hey Ma Hey Ma can I carry your wood.
I looked at him and I knew there wasn’t a word as sin.
I said old old man you could you could.
Yes you could carry wood for my dhuni burning bright, and warm the coolest of the nights
He dandapranamed and I bowed my head.
I did not want my chelas to see the misty eyes in my head.
A young girl stood up and said to me He Ma Hey Ma will I always be with you.
Life time after life time after lifetime will I always be with you.
I asked, do you want to come back again and again?
Oh Ma if you would be my Guru.
If you would be my Guru.
I grant you your wish, I grant you your boon.
You can have what ever you want and get it soon.
A young woman stood up with a child.
She said, I climbed the mountain, it took a long while;
Will you bless the babe in my arms.
I touched his head with my warm palms.
You know my chelas I am losing my self , i am giving you the truth.
I gave you my youth and will always give you my youth.
What a wonderful gift to give away.
The days of laughter and the days of play.
I gave you my youth.
And now as my age goes on and on , I give you my time and my song.
An old woman stood, I did not know how.
She climbed the mountain so high and cold, so very old.
She looked in my eye and she said so clear
NOW I CAN DIE FOR I AM NEAR.
I looked at Laxman and He was hiding a tear, you see my chelas you are all so dear.
You all played a part in my life before.
You all have a piece of your Ma you adore.
Burn dhuni, burn dhuni burn even more.
Take the karma and leave no more. to be continued.
My chelas Laxman’s name ( our Baba in His youth ) is spelled many ways.
The River paintings are a time when the Mother was very young and learning at the Feet Of Her Swami Nityananda in Kashi
The poem was about the time She followed Her Beloved up the mountain.
The words are ancient.
A myth? perhaps.
A story yes.
Your lineage definitely.
So much to share with you my chelas.
I love you all so very much.
Love Ma
Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Always and forever by His Feet our Neem Karoli Baba Ki Jai
