“Religion is all about transformation of the heart.”
The life I live now –
every single breath I take,
every moment, every thought
must be totally foreign to You.
I have moved light-years away,
a little spark on the opposite
end of Your galaxy –
almost extinguished,
estranged from You.
Yet I yearn for You so much –
isn’t that strange?
People approach me with genuine affection.
I look at them, trying to find You among them,
but then I turn away – to hide my tears.
Sometimes I feel I can continue to breathe
only because of You.
If I heard,
that I am a person of the past to You,
a disappointment buried in the riverbed of time,
I think I could not bear to live
even a moment more.
But if I heard that You called for me,
I would cross oceans, deserts,
and mountains to come to You.
Please find a way to let me know
whether You can still love me.
When Lord Nityananda gazes upon us,
the chains of suffering that bind our hearts
are swiftly undone,
liberating us from the shackles
of endless pain and sorrow.
Nitai’s eyes, like the crimson dawn,
never remain dry.
Flowing like the sacred Ganges,
cooling tears of compassion cascade from his gaze
as he fervently chants,
“Gaura! Gaura! Please save them!”
Clad in the garb of an avadhuta,
he laughs like a jubilant child,
then he dances to a music only he can hear,
and then he weeps, “O Krishna, where are You?”
Wandering about,
he bestows the Lord’s love-infused names
upon the destitute souls of this world,
enriching them with the treasure of devotion.
Oh, Nitai Chandra,
please cast your merciful glance upon me,
for I am helpless, having realized that alone
I can’t make it.
– Sacinandana Swami, Nityananda Trayodashi 2024
Sound the bell of eagerness – and
He will open the door
Bow low – and
He will raise you higher than heaven
Surrender all – and
He will give you Himself
and everything He has.
When will I feel Your name
pulsating with life
like a young bird
in my open palms?
When will Your name
taste like yogurt and ice cream
on my thirsty tongue, which is
exhausted by the tastes of this world?
When will I stop offering You
broken repetitions of Your names
because my love is still divided
between You and the world?
which do not enliven the heart
and give wings to the soul?
Without poesy it is almost impossible to express the subtleties of the spiritual reality.
(Sacinandana Swami)
Sweet is my Lords form
sweeter is His face.
Most sweet though is His nectarian smile
(Bilvamangala Thakura)
it’s evening and
the air is warm, blended with exotic odors
and temple bells.
In the trees monkeys and peacocks
rustle, preparing for night.
You ask where I’m writing from.
I’m on the most amazing journey you can imagine –
the greatest human adventure, demanding my best and more.
and my hope
as old as the soul itself.
People I meet tell me my aspirations are unreasonable,
naïve, even arrogant. I must admit
sometimes I think they’re right
and I cry in desperation as I fall asleep.
Will I ever reach my destination?
no guarantees – but strangely,
enthusiasm and faith stay on like friends
even though I’ve never heard His voice –
at least not in a way I could make a recording of.
Still, whenever I call His name He seems right there.
When I make an offering to Him He reciprocates
by infusing me with a feeling of deep satisfaction.
And whenever I remember Him, I am instantly free
from anxiety.
He feels just a prayer away. And
in rare moments I have to hide my face
since feelings I have never felt before
flood my eyes with tears.
Have I gone mad?
(I wish I would!)
Because I want you to wish me well.
Forgive me if I’ve ever hurt you.
Absolve me of my debts if you can.
And think of me now as living on the other side
of life because I have reached a point
of no return. The voyage has taken hold of me.
Where everything meets.
Come here if you want to find Me
Mind, soul, God and eternity – all are there.
Are you there?
Listen to the song that is always resonating there.
Give yourself to it with total abandon
Quiet ecstasy is there –
And a steady, regal sense
Of resting in a perfect spot.
Once you know the way
You will always be called to return.
And be satisfied with knowing,
„I belong here, I am at home.“
(The Vedas)
and He will lift you higher than the heavens
and He will give you more than you could imagine
and He will open the door wider than the oceans
(June, 2013)
with everything unresolved in your heart
and to try to love the questions themselves
as if they were locked rooms
or books written in a very foreign language.
Don´t search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps then,
someday far in the future,
you will gradually,
without even noticing it,
live your way
into the answer.
(Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter dated 23 April 1903)
I greet you with gratitude and full attention
Yesterday has already gone
Tomorrow has not yet come
It is you and you alone who stays by my side
Let me take care of you now
Again and again, for the rest of my life
without any demands, just ready to give abundantly in charity
then a shabby beggar dressed in rags will have become an emperor.
Like a bird set free from its caged confines,
it will be able to fly upwards
and sing unceasingly for the pleasure of the Lord.
Take me into the prison house of Your love,
Bind my heart with the sweetness of Your name,
For otherwise I shall never be free.
