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Oh God, I Don’t Believe You: By Belle Heywood
Oh God, I don’t believe you
Break through my eyes and skin
If you are true, then sing through me
or make me silent for years
Editors Note: Belle Heywood is a Bodhisattva Poet and lives in Australia.
Only We Know: By Belle Heywood
This morning you touched me so tenderly
I was the first ever dandelion
in the fingers of the first ever dawn.
It was the first morning on Earth.
In your gentleness the sun was born.
But only we know.
2009 New Year Message From Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
This new year message from the past seems to be right for every new year. Happy New Year to everyone and best wishes. May we enter the new year open to Grace. Let there be peace among all living beings. May everyone be healed in friendship and love. All Blessings.
Dear Friends,
Humanity stands at the crossroads of destiny. Amidst wars and conflict on this planet, along with poverty, disease, and changes in the environment leading to global warming, the way ahead is not clear to me. Is it clear to you? If so, please share your views.
Our heroes in the past have tended to be warriors, kings, conquerors, entrepreneurs, innovators, inventors, who through their power of imagination, genius, organization, cleverness, and ingenuity were able to succeed beyond measure and attain personal empires, fortunes, and glories. I ask you all to consider that perhaps we need different types of heroes if human evolution is to find its rightful purpose and survive. Our heroes, out of necessity now, have to be those with a long term vision of peace. Our heroes have to be the Peace Makers. Without them, the very survival of humanity is at stake.
I read somewhere…
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You are Bursting Out Of Me: By Belle Heywood
You are bursting out of me
In all directions
I wake up
And sing out
Your praises
As soon as I know
I have lips
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The Tale of Two Pens: By Chhaganlal Yogi
Sri Ramana reading
Sri Bhagavan generally used two fountain pens: one contained blue ink, the other, red. Both of these pens were quite old and looked, to me at least, worn out. One day the top cover of the red-ink pen cracked, so a devotee took it to town to have it repaired. It was gone for several days. During this period Sri Bhagavan reverted to an old-fashioned nib pen which had to be dipped in an ink pot of red ink. Since this seemed to cause him some inconvenience, I decided to get him a new pen. I wrote to a friend in Bombay and asked him to send one immediately. A few days later the pen arrived by post. I went straight to Sri Bhagavan and handed over the unopened parcel containing the pen.
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Viswanatha Swami_ A Hidden Gem: By Murray Feldman
Viswanatha Swami first came to stay with Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi when he was about 19 years old. His father, Ramaswamy Iyer, was a first cousin of Bhagavan.
I had the good fortune to spend considerable time with this great devotee of Ramana Maharishi from April 1976, until he became ill and passed away at 75 years of age on the 22nd November, 1979. How he came to Bhagavan has been written about elsewhere. Here I attempt to show how he exemplified, so wonderfully and devotedly the teachings of Bhagavan. Continue reading
I Entered the Heart a Stranger: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
For many years, I have been sharing the following quote on Facebook.
“I entered the Heart a stranger and saw that I myself am the Heart.”
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The Spiritual Secret Of Western Classical Music: By Alan Jacobs
To a degree music is rooted in Nature, that is in bird song, the babbling brook, waves breaking on the sea shore, the rustle of leaves in trees, and certain animal sounds. In man, as part of nature there is the desire to dance and sing when happy.
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All Is Brahman: By Alan Jacobs
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