Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Robert Hass - Faint Music

He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. ~Robert Browning

My favorite poem from my favorite American poet, Robert Hass. Faint Music shows the normal path to faint music, or grace. The way is to abandon your ego -- and that will accompanied by pain -- and then all there is left if faint music. Beautiful! The purpose of life is to sing faint music.


Faint Music

When everything broken is broken,
and everything dead is dead,
and the hero has looked into the mirror with complete contempt,
and the heroine has studied her face and its defects
remorselessly, and the pain they thought might,
as a token of their earnestness, release them from themselves
has lost its novelty and not released them,
and they have begun to think, kindly and distantly,
watching the others go about their days—
likes and dislikes, reasons, habits, fears—
that self-love is the one weedy stalk
of every human blossoming, and understood,
therefore, why they had been, all their lives,
in such a fury to defend it, and that no one—
except some almost inconceivable saint in his pool
of poverty and silence—can escape this violent, automatic
life’s companion ever, maybe then, ordinary light,
faint music under things, a hovering like grace appears.


As in the story a friend told once about the time
he tried to kill himself. His girl had left him.
Bees in the heart, then scorpions, maggots, and then ash.
He climbed onto the jumping girder of the bridge,
the bay side, a blue, lucid afternoon.
And in the salt air he thought about the word “seafood,”
that there was something faintly ridiculous about it.
No one said “landfood.” He thought it was degrading to the rainbow perch
he’d reeled in gleaming from the cliffs, the black rockbass,
scales like polished carbon, in beds of kelp
along the coast—and he realized that the reason for the word
was crabs, or mussels, clams. Otherwise
the restaurants could just put “fish” up on their signs,
and when he woke—he’d slept for hours, curled up
on the girder like a child—the sun was going down
and he felt a little better, and afraid. He put on the jacket
he’d used for a pillow, climbed over the railing
carefully, and drove home to an empty house.


There was a pair of her lemon yellow panties
hanging on a doorknob. He studied them. Much-washed.
A faint russet in the crotch that made him sick
with rage and grief. He knew more or less
where she was. A flat somewhere on Russian Hill.
They’d have just finished making love. She’d have tears
in her eyes and touch his jawbone gratefully. “God,”
she’d say, “you are so good for me.” Winking lights,
a foggy view downhill toward the harbor and the bay.
“You’re sad,” he’d say. “Yes.” “Thinking about Nick?”
“Yes,” she’d say and cry. “I tried so hard,” sobbing now,
“I really tried so hard.” And then he’d hold her for a while—
Guatemalan weavings from his fieldwork on the wall—
and then they’d fuck again, and she would cry some more,
and go to sleep.
And he, he would play that scene
once only, once and a half, and tell himself
that he was going to carry it for a very long time
and that there was nothing he could do
but carry it. He went out onto the porch, and listened
to the forest in the summer dark, madrone bark
cracking and curling as the cold came up.


It’s not the story though, not the friend
leaning toward you, saying “And then I realized—,”
which is the part of stories one never quite believes.
I had the idea that the world’s so full of pain
it must sometimes make a kind of singing.
And that the sequence helps, as much as order helps—
First an ego, and then pain, and then the singing.



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More on this:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/178716

Why wait for everything to break
lets assume that it will
because it will
Why wait for everyone to be dead
lets assume everyone is
because its inevitable.
Rejoice the bees in the heart
the maggots
Why wait for the faint music
to arrive at your doorstep
from out of state
Sing the faint music
.

Sarah Slowik - I love to smile

The purpose of life is to sing. Here is a beautiful perspective on what this means by Sarah Slowik: "I love to smile and have fun in life. I think that anyone and anything can be forgiven and we should all just love and be."

More on Sarah:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35803374/ns/technology_and_science-tech_and_gadgets/t/conans-lone-twitter-followee-its-totally-nuts/

Jimi Hendrix - Life and Death

"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to." ~ Jimi Hendrix

Other good ones by Jimi:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7268.Jimi_Hendrix

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ranjita - HE

A beautiful poem by a beautiful soul. Thanks for sharing Ranjita!

When I search for myself
I feel I am losing myself
And as I am losing myself
...I feel like a bird
free to kiss the skies
like a bubble in the air
which loves to vanish
even by the soft touch of air
I am talking to myself
What am I?
Abrupt comes the reply
I am nothing but HE
HE, who has created this universe
And thus my search for myself ends
As I am HE, only HE, only HE.....

Ranee Dillon: If You Could Turn Back Time ...

A few days ago I had posted something on Acceptance. Acceptance is a key theme for angels. Accepting does not need to be dreary. Not only do angels accept what is given to them, but they sing their acceptance. They rejoice their gifts. When I say, "The purpose of life is to sing," I have purposefully left out a lot unsaid. This way angels can help me figure out what the rest of it is. And many of them, including my dear Guru Nanak whose first poem is about Acceptance (Hukam Rajai), repeatedly teach me that the purpose of life is to sing the gifts of life. Here is a beautiful essay by a beautiful soul, Ranee Dillon (Highly recommended reading her blog: http://raneedillon.blogspot.com/) about this. She recently wrote on her blog about what she would change if she could turn back time. And this is what she said:

The bigger picture is never clear. We often focus on the details thinking we might find control, but the illusion is no one can halt the progress of time. It’s a tapestry woven with joy and pain. Each event has a place, some threads shine brighter than others. If you take one out, the entire picture begins to unravel, because they interlock to create a life. With every choice, a new thread forms to expand the edges.

Still we grasp the frays tucking them away from memory or dying them in less painful hues; mentally rewriting our history, editing out the parts of the tapestry we don’t want to face. A single thought hits: If we could go back to the beginning, it might be possible to remove the frays altogether. While this may be true have you ever considered the consequences? I have…

I married at a young age to a man I didn’t really love. It’s not that I had to marry him; I could have gone back to school and raised my daughter as a single mother or accepted the proposal of the man I did love. For many years after I left him, I considered what might have happened if I chose a different path. Each time the thought hit me my son would be there, in my arms, telling me about his day. I would smile and nod, and then hug him until I couldn’t breathe.

You see, if I had chosen the other path this amazing child would not be here today. Sure, I would have other children, but not this one or the beautiful little redhead that makes my heart smile. Every event exists for a reason. We can never see the purpose until we live the result. If we change a single thing in our history, it creates entirely different threads. Some may be better, but I believe the better is lived in the now and is based on choices.

Change doesn’t exist in the past, only lessons. We learn and grow from them to make the now right or we repeat the mistakes of our past. Either way, it will only get there when we stop looking over the fence at greener grasses and tend our own.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Emily Dickinson - I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Upanishads - The little space in the heart

The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightening and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not. --The Upanishads

ijourney.org - Inspiring website

iJourney.org
iJourney.org started when couple of folks got together to sit in silence, on Wednesdays in the Silicon Valley. Today, it offers a weekly mailing of inspired readings to 66,448 people. Nice sections to read for inspiration.

Wednesday Meditation

In India, when we meet and greet and we say "Namaste", which means: I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides, I honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, there is only one of us. --Ram Dass
Thirteen years ago, three people decided to sit in silence for an hour, in an everyday Silicon Valley living room. No teachers or gurus. No set agendas or proposed beliefs either. Just one strong principle -- when you change within, the world changes. And instead of closing the door, they left it open ... open to all. The rest, as they say, is history.

Simply put, Wednesday evenings are about sharing. A typical evening flows like this ...

7:00PM An hour of collective silence; its unguided, without any music. For first-timers, this primer on meditation may be helpful.
8:00PM Short reading of the weekly iJourney reading, followed by a circle of sharing of "aha" moments from everyday life.
9:00PM A vegetarian meal, offered in silence. Those who can stay afterwards, help ship some Smile Cards.

To join, RSVP in the right column and you'll be emailed the details.

There is no charge and no one is expected to bring anything. We trust that people will "pay-forward" to the world in their own ways. In fact, over the years, people in couple dozen locations around the world have inspired to host these "Wednesdays". Check out our location page, to join one in your neighborhood or to start your own!

Thousands of folks have attended the gatherings; some offered much, some received much, and all were present with the same heart. It is hard to say how exactly this spontaneous convergence of goodness happens each week, but as hosts, we feel fortunate to have such an opportunity to be of service, and to be home for such sincere and powerful inspiration. Thank you.

HelpOthers.org - Ideas of how to help others

HelpOthers.org -- kindness is contagious. This portal is dedicated to small acts of kindness. Check out the Smile Cards section!

About Us
How did the SmileCard project start?
One college student was talking to another slightly older twenty-something guy about pranks that students do for rival football teams. The older guy says, "Isn't it interesting that students are motivated to do such incredible acts without getting any credit?" Such acts are fun, collective, creative, and incredibly challenging. But typically, they're not all that constructive nor do they leave anyone with a lasting "wow" feeling either. So the question followed -- why not do the same with kind acts? More friends joined in the conversation. Right then, we thought up a game of doing anonymous acts of kindness and leaving behind a "smile card" to keep the ripple going. Over the next three months, we tested out the concept. And then, we setup this anonymous website and got started.

What resources did you start with?
Not too many. One of our friends designed the card, another wrote up the content on the card, and another gathered 15 bucks to go to a local Kinkos. The guy at Kinko's, well, he found out about this and did it for free. That was September 2003 and our first box of 100 cards. We never anticipated that this concept would extend all over the world!

Is there a business plan behind any of this?
Nope. Everything here is (and always will be) a labor of love. We run this commerical-free portal with dedicated volunteers, we send weekly kindness newsletters without any agendas, we ship smile cards all over the world for free, we allow people to download, print and republish everything without any restrictions. Some people order free cards to do kind acts, some share creative ideas of compassion, some contribute stories of inspiration, some sponosor cards for others, and kindness keeps spreading.

What is the future of the project?
We just launched a new site -- our third revamp of the year -- to keep up with the increasing demand. More recently, we launched Smile Groups based on the requests we heard from smile-carders around the globe. Quite honestly, we don't really know the future; our attempt is keep doing "small acts with great love" in the present.

Is this a religious effort?
Not really. All the anonymous folks behind the scenes have their own reasons for practicing compassion; for some it might be their religious beliefs, for some it might be their spiritual cultivation, for some it might just be common sense.

How can I help?
Do something kind in your community. Join Smile Groups and make it a weekly habit. Comment on the many stories to encourage the carriers of kindness. Visit some of the sites listed on our friends page. For a complete list of way that you can get involved with the site, please check out our 'How You Can Get Involved' page.

Kindness is contagious! Keep it going.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Albert Einstein - How to live

A person starts to live when he can live outside himself. ~ Albert Einstein

Friday, June 24, 2011

Lia Scor - Prayers with you and your family!

Sorry about your loss Lia. I sang an Indian poem when my grandfather passed away, and when my grandmother passed away. And it gave me some solace. So here is a translation for you:

I have come to know of a place through angels;
its a place from where no one comes back.
Its found when true light shines from inside;
this light, like that place, is indestructable
and appears when body and mind were colored with
the dye of love, which dwells in the abode of truth.
Like water flows into water, and stays;
Light merges into light, and truly lives.
Going is gone, but knowing the truth now
I am now grateful for the gifts that are mine.
And ones that were.

- Shiv

Here is a recorded version of this:




Jal meh jal means "water in water". The refrain means "Like water finds a home in water (river flowing into an ocean); Light merges into light, and truly lives (departed soul goes to God)." This is a from a beautiful poem written by Guru Arjan Dev in the 16th century. It is part of "Sukhmani" or "Pearl of Bliss." This poem is still sung in India when a soul departs from a body.

Lena Winfrey Seder - Acceptance

The best thing of all for me is to remember that my serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations. Acceptance is the answer.
- Deborah Alvarez Neff


Photo by Bob Berwyn


Acceptance
by Lena Winfrey Seder
(Author of Metamorphosis of a Muslim)

Here I cry and sit feeling sorry for myself.
Dreams are broken and scattered from my shelf.
Yet, no one stops to lend a helping hand.
Everyone is busy with his life in rat-race land.
Yes, I suppose the victim I play very well.
So used to my role, how can I get out of this hell?
Honestly, my story would put a drama queen to shame.
I suppose there is only myself to blame.
I can only rely on God and myself in the end.
To Destiny’s plan I must follow and bend.
No use to struggle, the fight is over-- stop running!
Accept, give in and stop my silly dreaming.
Nature, world, destiny-- take me for I’m yours!
I’m exhausted from banging my head on walls-- take me
I’m yours forevermore.


This beautiful poem reminds me of my dear Guru Nanak's first poem in Japji. He could have called it Acceptance as well, because thats what its all about:

On the path of purity
I did not become clean
On the path of silence
I did not gain peace
On the path of riches
I did not gain wealth
On the path of intelligence
I did not gain wisdom
On the path of acceptance
I found the noble truth.
- Guru Nanak

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Thomas Lux - Render, Render

The purpose of life is to sing, and there is no sweeter song than one of love. Here is a love song of a poet. The way a poet sings is by writing poetry. His best poetry is the one that is the product of boiling down all elements of his life. Then the poet to shares it with the world with love. So he kisses the world with his poem, the one that has been made from the rose water of his life's elements. He does this because the world deserves to be kissed by his essence.

This is how poetry about true love is written ... Read and hear Thomas Lux, my angel today:

RENDER, RENDER a poem by Thomas Lux from Motionpoems on Vimeo.


Render, Render

Boil it down: feet, skin, gristle,
bones, vertebrae, heart muscle, boil
it down, skim, and boil
again, dreams, history, add them and boil
again, boil and skim
in closed cauldrons, boil your horse, his hooves,
the runned-over dog you loved, the girl
by the pencil sharpener
who looked at you, looked away,
boil that for hours, render it
down, take more from the top as more settles to the bottom,
the heavier, the denser, throw in ache
and sperm, and a bead
of sweat that slid from your armpit to your waist
as you sat stiff-backed before a test, turn up
the fire, boil and skim, boil
some more, add a fever
and the virus that blinded an eye, now's the time
to add guilt and fear, throw
logs on the fire, coal, gasoline, throw
two goldfish in the pot (their swim bladders
used for "clearing"), boil and boil, render
it down and distill,
concentrate
that for which there is no
other use at all, boil it down, down,
then stir it with rosewater, that
which is now one dense, fatty, scented red essence
which you smear on your lips
and go forth
to plant as many kisses upon the world
as the world can bear!

Bhagwad Gita - Where is God found?

"Sarva bhuta stham atmanam, Sarva bhutani catmani, Iksate yoga yuktatma, Sarvatra sama darsanah." ... (BG 6.29)

A true yogi sees Me in all beings and also sees every one in Me. The true yogi sees everything of the same.

Seeing is remembering, never forgetting ... it is singing every moment. Every moment sing of only one, the one who lives in all beings and the one who all beings live in.

From Wikipedia:

A Kṛṣṇa conscious yogī is the perfect seer because he sees Kṛṣṇa, the Supreme, situated in everyone's heart as Supersoul (Paramātmā). Īśvaraḥ sarva-bhūtānāṁ hṛd-deśe 'rjuna tiṣṭhati. The Lord in His Paramātmā feature is situated within both the heart of the dog and that of a brāhmaṇa. The perfect yogī knows that the Lord is eternally transcendental and is not materially affected by His presence in either a dog or a brāhmaṇa. That is the supreme neutrality of the Lord. The individual soul is also situated in the individual heart, but he is not present in all hearts. That is the distinction between the individual soul and the Supersoul. One who is not factually in the practice of yoga cannot see so clearly. A Kṛṣṇa conscious person can see Kṛṣṇa in the heart of both the believer and the nonbeliever. In the smṛti this is confirmed as follows: ātatatvāc ca mātṛtvāc ca ātmā hi paramo hariḥ. The Lord, being the source of all beings, is like the mother and the maintainer. As the mother is neutral to all different kinds of children, the supreme father (or mother) is also. Consequently the Supersoul is always in every living being.

Outwardly, also, every living being is situated in the energy of the Lord. As will be explained in the Seventh Chapter, the Lord has, primarily, two energies—the spiritual (or superior) and the material (or inferior). The living entity, although part of the superior energy, is conditioned by the inferior energy; the living entity is always in the Lord's energy. Every living entity is situated in Him in one way or another.

The yogī sees equally because he sees that all living entities, although in different situations according to the results of fruitive work, in all circumstances remain the servants of God. While in the material energy, the living entity serves the material senses; and while in spiritual energy, he serves the Supreme Lord directly. In either case the living entity is the servant of God. This vision of equality is perfect in a person in Kṛṣṇa consciousness.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Les Floyd - We can make a difference

Do you really want to change the world ... to make it more loving, friendly, and peaceful place? Here is how I have learned to do it ... I sing. When I sing to the world, to make a difference, no one listens. When I sing to my soul, to mould it to its better self, the world sings with me. In that way when I truly sing, the world is transformed to a beautiful place. The purpose of life remains to sing!


Sometimes people get confused with my singing metaphors. So here is some straight advice given by journalist Les Floyd, today's angel, on how to make a difference: "Be kind to yourself and others. Compliment instead of criticise. Listen. Show your love to those who deserve it, and offer friendship to those who don’t. Give someone a hug. Spread smiles around your friends." Following is the full article.

I highly recommend reading his blog: http://lesism.blogspot.com/

The Peace Song Project - We Can Make A Difference

You don’t have to volunteer to a medical camp in Darfur or chain yourself to the gates of Buckingham Palace to promote a little more peace in this world. You can make a difference today, starting with yourself.

Be kind to yourself and others. Compliment instead of criticise. Listen. Show your love to those who deserve it, and offer friendship to those who don’t. Give someone a hug. Spread smiles around your friends.

If you do any of those things – or anything else positive you can think of - you are part of making the world a better place for all of us.

The Peace Song Project is about bringing individuals together to strengthen and unify a simple message of understanding, friendship, tolerance, forgiveness and peace.

And we can make a difference, if we want to.

“A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.” - Mohandas Gandhi

“Peace of mind is attained not by ignoring problems, but by solving them.” - Raymond Hull

“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.” - John Lennon

John Campos - Attention to detail is key in world class production

On this blog, I often include extraordinary people who sing who I get inspired by. Today I would like to point out someone who makes singers look good; because that is also another way to sing.

Producers are key in making the difference between a mediocre and a world class song. Hear the following songs produced by John Campos. John Campos is world class ... because of his attention to detail. That is how you sing the song of life ... with a lot of attention to detail, and then you shine like John:


The need for angels in our lives

We all need one thing, that we call with different names: peace, love, happiness, some even call it God! I have found that peace, love, happiness or God are attained by singing oneness. That is why I say the purpose of life is to sing.

Depending on what I really wanted, I can sing songs of peace, songs of love, songs of happiness and songs of God. I have also found that singing such songs is not easy; and that is where angels step in.

Angels have perfected such songs. So to fulfill the purpose of life, which is to sing, O soul, you need to find angels that can sing such songs perfectly. So, this blog is about finding angels of peace, love, happiness and God!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

George Harrison - Here Comes The Sun

What makes this song evergreen is the hope that it brings along. The hope of summer following a long, cold winter. This metaphor works very well in England where summer is awaited and rains are cold too frequent to be loved. In comparison, in India rains are loved. So, the coming of rain brings hope in Mirabai's songs. I am enchanted that songs of hope, portrayed by favorable season metaphors can convey hope so well to people. Thats what makes these songs evergreen. And these songwriters my angels. Oneness is sung with the hope of seasonal ecstasy in these songs.

Here are the lyrics for George Harrison's song; one that he wrote without John Lennon at Eric Clapton's home in a restorative period that was a relief after a stretch of tough time.

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Little darling
It's been a long, cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling
I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
It's all right
It's all right

Les Floyd - Waking

After decades of sleepwalking through life, I've finally woken up and realised the greatest dreams are achieved with open eyes and a conscious mind... -

http://lesism.blogspot.com/

Guru Nanak - Where is peace?


The following is what Yoga insructor April Ritchey said today about inner peace and quiet. I responded, that by saying that the best silence I found was the one that my heart felt in the presence of a song. I don't think peace does not come by staying quiet (Guru Nanak's poem). It comes by adhering to the laws of the universe. And the law of the universe is to sing!


All of our great traditions, religious, contemplative and artistic, say that you must a learn how to be alone—and have a relationship with silence. It is difficult, but it can start with just the tiniest quiet moment.

Being quiet in the midst of a frenetic life is like picking up a new instrument. If you've never played the violin and you try to play it for the first time, every muscle in your body hurts. Your neck hurts, you don't know how to hold that awkward wavy thing called a bow, you can't get your knuckles round to touch the strings, you can't even find where the notes are, you are just trying to get your stance right. Then you come back to it again, and again, and suddenly you can make a single buzzy note. The time after that, you can make a clearer note. No one, not even you, wants to listen to you at first. But one day, there is a beautiful succession of notes and, yes, you have played a brief, gifted, much appreciated passage of music.

This is also true for the silence inside you; you may not want to confront it at first. But a long way down the road, when you inhabit a space fully, you no longer feel awkward and lonely. Silence turns, in effect, into its opposite, so it becomes not only a place to be alone but also a place that's an invitation to others to join you, to want to know who's there, in the quiet.



An interpretation of Guru Nanak's poem:
For other interpretations click here.

Acceptance

On the path of purity
I did not become clean
On the path of silence
I did not gain peace
On the path of riches
I did not gain wealth
On the path of intelligence
I did not gain wisdom
Walking the path of acceptance
I found the noble truth.

- Shiv
June 24, 2011

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Carrie Underwood - Jesus Take the wheel

Sometimes it takes a scary incident to surrender. This is a story of surrender that Carrie Underwood weaves in her song. Don't let your faith run low ... its the gasoline of life. Believe in the true Guru, the true master. Complete surrender saves. Give your wheel to your Guru. Surrender has to do with letting go of ego. And surrender of ego brings peace. In that way, the service of the true master yields the ultimate reward ... for the singer and for the listener!



She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy
With the baby in the backseat

Fifty miles to go and she was running low
On faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year

She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning
On a thin black sheet of glass

She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
?Cause I can't do this on my own

I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
( From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/c/carrie-underwood-lyrics/jesus-take-the-wheel-lyrics.html )
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat
Sleeping like a rock

And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life

I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
?Cause I can't do this on my own

I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on

Oh Jesus, take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go

So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus, take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, ooh

Rabindranath Tagore: Who will break the locks of my house

Today I am reading some poetry of true love from the great Rabindranath Tagore:



Translation (done by a native Bengali)

Bhenge Mor Ghorer Chabi:
Who will break the locks of my house and take me from hence?
In your absence my lonely days do not pass


Maybe the night is over,
Maybe it is the light of the sun
That is slowly spreading across the sky;
I can see the road before me, will your carriage never stop at my door?

All the stars in the sky,
Shine on eternally,
Till dawn they seem to sit in waiting by the side of the street;
Only at your sight will the light now diffuse beyond the waters.

In the morning the wayfarers came
With much clamour--------------
And did they not go away singing?
Maybe flowers have bloomed and notes have been strung on the lute of the sun.

In Bengali:
Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?
O bhondhu amar!
Na peye tomar dekha, eka eka din je amar kate na re.
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)

Bujhi go raat pohalo,
Bujhi oi robir alo,
Aabhashe dekhe dilo gogon-pare-
Shawmukhe oi heri poth, tomar ki roth pouchobe na mor duare?
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)

Akasher joto tara,
Cheye roy nimesh hara,
Boshe roy raat-probhater pother dhare.
Tomar dekha pele shokol fele dubbe alok-parabarey.
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)

Probhater pothik shobe,
Elo ki kolorobe-
Gelo ki gaan geye oi share share!
Bujhi-ba phul phuteche, shur utheche arunbeenar taare taare.
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)
(O bhondhu amar!)
(Na peye tomar dekha, eka eka din je amar kate na re.)
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)
(Bhenge mor ghorer chabi, niye jabi, ke aamre?)

Sneha Singh - Reality

Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God. ~ A course in miracles (ACIM)
http://acim.miraclevision.com/pre-searchable/v1-text-31-08.html

What is true, cannot be changed! What is false, is irrelevant! so why worry? Truth lives for ever. And our purpose is to sing it; in fulfilling our purpose lies peace.

Reminds me of my dear Guru Nanak's first couplet:




"Aad Sach, Jugaad Sach
Hai Bhi Sach, Hosi Bhi Sach"
- Guru Nanak's first couplet that marks the beginning of his beautiful poem "Japji Sahib"


The rough meaning is


In The Primal Beginning True, Throughout The Ages True,
Here And Now True, O Nanak, Forever And Ever True.


And here is the poem that this inspired:


True New Year

Rising with the sun
What was true
Will be at sunset
Still golden truth

Its Summer's warmth
Grey winter's dew
Autumn's red fall
And Spring's life too

Like hours pass
So Seasons do
Grey has a range
But Truth stays true

So In this new year
Last year's white truth
Like bygone millennia
will again ring true

Its reign will sustain
With it's royal blue
For ages and eons
Forever true

So Hold still my dear
As Vapor Flows through
You too will Be clear
In a moment or two

Why shy away from
Truth's boldness due,
And Why seek outside
For what's inside true?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Cat Samuelson: The Ending of Finals Week (A Poem)

Cat is a college student and wrote this immediately after finishing her last final of spring semester last week. The last paragraph is the most beautiful one I believe. It reminds me how graduating the tests and exams of life feels like. You are carefree; you want to play and laze around and just ... sing. It reminds me that we have to make most of the opportunity of this gift we have, this holiday of life! I am reminded that the purpose of life is to sing!!! Yes, to graduate in life, we have to learn that our purpose is to sing!

Here is her beautiful poem:

Strange sense of freedom washing past my face,
I stop to take a breath and find that I can breathe.
For three weeks now in this familiar place
Of final exams and papers and gritted teeth,
I've fought to reach the end.

Time past and present and time that is to be
Dance together swirling in my head.
The fire of summer sunlight saving me
From all the fires of inner stress and dread.
I muse in a quartet.

So gambol, Child, in wild ecstasy
Pick daffodils, make mud pies by the lake.
Spend each day in delight so carelessly,
Until the chills of Autumn fall awake.
Sing in your holiday.


More on Cat Samuelson: http://community.writersdigest.com/profile/CatSamuelson

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Shania Twain - You're still the one (lyrics and video)

Listening to Shania Twain this morning ... My favorite song of hers about a Love that wins against all odds:



Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come my baby

Monday, June 6, 2011

Ian Maskin - Outstanding Cellist From Chicago

Today I met an outstanding classical musician from Chicago, Ian Maskin. Ian is a Russian-born cellist and composer and has been described by the critics as "one of the most unique and gifted artists of his generation". Besides an international career as a classical musician, Ian performs and records in a variety of styles and genres: Jazz, Rock, Flamenco, New Age, World Music and more. He has collaborated with such artists as Andrea Bocelli, Gloria Estefan, P.Diddy and Snoop Dogg. We could potentially do a collaboration together.

Here is some of Ian's music:




Here are possible songs that I could do with Ian ... in addition to 3-4 that I am thinking about that are not recorded yet --


Friday, June 3, 2011

A Busking Mermaid

Today an busking mermaid is my angel. I saw an ad going through craigslist (see below). I love "buskers" -- street musicians - and often stand an extra minute to watch and appreciate what they are doing. There is even a cool website on them (http://www.buskercentral.com/) They are on the street and playing so we can be happier. What a noble act. Singing in harmony with the universe makes you happy and makes the world around you a more beautiful place.

I might be a financial analyst, but on your computer I am like a street musician. A busker. People come by ... some listen, others walk off. Some pay, others smile. I like being listened to, but I am also to happy just doing my thing. I am just happy to sing. The purpose of life is not happiness; it is the pursuit of happiness. That is why, my friends, the purpose of life is to sing in harmony.

Look at this beautiful video of musicians in New Orleans ...

THE AD:

Hey folks,

If you're not familiar with the wonderful world of busking, it's a great way to make a few bucks and have a good time! I'm one of those funny looking kids you might find making noise on the streets, and now that I'm temporarily back in the bay area (trying to save up for a plane ticket), I'm trying to turn what is already my sole source of income into a full-time job. Don't worry, I'm not looking for a steady commitment from a fully instrumented band or anything, just some nice folks who don't feel like busking alone for the next couple weeks. Here's a super ridiculous video of me playing with a busking-only band in New Orleans several months ago:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wizFP4zvIHI




Yes, I am in fact the dweeb in the mermaid costume with the violin! We weren't great, but we had a blast and managed to make tons of money. So, if you want to hang out anywhere in the bay accessible by BART once or twice a week, make music with a mediocre fiddle player, and make some dollars, I'm your girl! I'm open to pretty much any kind of music that works on the street, and I will ABSOLUTELY NOT TOLERATE ANY racist, sexist or general asshole-ish behavior!
Oh yeah, I also just finished a tour with the band Mister Gunn and the Pistol Packin' Mamas. Check us out!
http://www.facebook.com/PistolPackinMamas?sk=app_2405167945
Let me know!

Quotes on Happiness

“If one speaks or acts with a pure mind, happiness follows like a shadow.” ~ Buddha

“The Constitution only guarantees you the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.” ~ Benjamin Franklin (talking about the US constitution)

“Knowing something is not as good as liking it. Liking something is not as good as rejoicing in it.” ~ Confucius

“Happiness is the meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.” ~ Aristotle

“The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the cultivation of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being.” ~ Dalai Lama

“The myriad things are complete in us. There is no greater joy than to reflect on ourselves and become sincere.” ~ Menciusbuy

“The ultimate happiness is doing nothing.” ~ Zhuangzi

“Action may not bring happiness but there is no happiness without action.” ~ William James

“What does ‘happy’ mean? Happiness is not a state like Vermont.” ~ Abraham Maslow

“Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.” ~ Albert Schweitzer

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” ~ Mohandas Gandhibuy

“If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.” ~ Bertrand Russell

“When a thoughtful human being has overcome incentives to vice and is aware of having done his bitter duty, he finds himself in a state that could be called happiness, a state of contentment and peace of mind in which virtue is its own reward.” ~ Immanuel Kant

“The person born with a talent they are meant to use will find their greatest happiness in using it.” ~ Johann Wolfang von Goethe

“Some people cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go.” ~ Oscar Wilde

“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy? ~ Albert Einstein

“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” ~ Groucho Marx

Satyameva Jayate - Mundaka Upanishad

Mundaka Upanishad, Mantra 3.1.6

सत्यमेव जयते नानृतम् सत्येन पन्था विततो देवयानः । येनाक्रमत् मनुष्यो ह्यात्मकामो यत्र तत् सत्यस्य परं निधानं ॥

Meaning: Truth alone triumphs; not falsehood. Through truth the divine path is spread out by which the sages whose desires have been completely fulfilled, reach where that supreme treasure of Truth resides.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Lata Mangeshkar - Chalte Chalte

Lata Mangeshkar is my angel today as I heard her evergreen song from Bollywood classic "Pakizah" today -- Chalte Chalte (literally Walking walking). The song is about the changes that happen and that are dreamed when one's love is found one day, by chance, while you are walking on your way.

Romantic love so beautifully captures spiritual love; and therefore is often used as a metaphor by mystics. So here is a similar poem about me finding Guru Nanak on the way, who reminds me again, through Lata today, that the purpose of life is to sing. This is a song of waiting and dreaming:

When perchance one day
I meet you on the way
This sun will pause
and then forever stay

This night of wait
will say goodbye
These flickering lamps
shall cease to lie.

And what I see now
everyone'll see too,
my dream of an epic,
story of me and you.


Actual Song:



Chalte chalte, chalte chalte
Yunhi koi mil gaya tha
Vahin thamke reh gayi hai
Meri raat dhalte dhalte - 2

Jo kahi gayi na mujhse
Voh zamaana keh raha hai
Ke fasaana ban gayi hai
Meri baat chalte chalte

Shabe intezaar aakhir
Kabhi hogi muqtasar bhi
Yeh chiraag bujh rahe hain
Mere saath jalte jalte

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Oliver Holmes - Alas for those that never sing

I just found out Wayne Dyer said "Don't die with your music still inside of you." (Thanks to Brittany's blog The Song of Purple Summer) I also found out that Oliver Holmes said the following almost a century before Wayne: "Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them." - Oliver Wendell Holmes. And even before them, Guru Nanak said, "I am only alive in the moments that I sing."

When I say "The purpose of life is to sing," people usually look at me strange, and say, "Shiv, but I dont know how to sing." If you don't know how to sing and haven't discovered your inner music, you are in trouble. Learn from one of the angels on this blog. They all sing. The music that we are born with is waiting within us to come out. You will hear this music in what they write, how they think, and what they do. Come, learn with me from them. Sing with me and them. And this world will be the harmonious place of our dreams.

Kathy Vajda - Beauty of Life

Today Kathy Vajda is my angel for explaining, in her own words, what I mean when I say "the purpose of life is to sing." The purpose of life is to sing the positives in lives so loud that noise of negatives is not audible. Kathy also shares my philosophy on where our music really comes from; we have very little to do with it; music is a gift from God and his angels, like Kathy. She reaffirms that greatness is gained by losing ego. Here is what she says:

I have always looked at life like music ... If you can take the negative in your life and play it in a more positive note than you can hear and see the beauty in everything.

I have been playing guitar & singing for about 30 years. I enjoy writing songs and also performed the leading role as "My Fair Lady". I was a member of the Marian Theater Guild for a few years. I have worked as an Recreational Director for about about 23 years. A special thanks to Mike who has helped me in organizing this site. I am looking forward to sharing some of my music. My gift is my songs and these songs are for you. I have always wanted to share my music and "pay it forward" which is one way of giving back something special through my songs which are a gift from God. I hope that in my words I sing...I will share the joy and love I feel in my heart. Bless you all on your music journeys. Kathy

To hear her beautiful music, visit her reverbnation profile: http://www.reverbnation.com/kathyvajda

Story of Brahma And the Pillar of Light (from the Shiva Purana)

On my way to work, I was reading today a poem from my dear Guru Nanak that warns against the evils of Ego. He gives several examples in the poem of characters in Hindu epics (see below for complete poem) of the negative impact of Ego. He starts out with, "Brahmai Garab Kiya Nahi Janiya" which roughly means "Brahma had Ego, he did not realize" Curious, about this reference I looked up the story of Brahma's Ego. I found that there is a famous story from Shiva Purana and found several versions of the story on the web. I have posted a couple of these stories below.

It is said that it was because of Brahma's ego, Lord Shiva cursed him so he would not be worshipped much on Earth. It is just a story, but one with a important moral. The one who creates everything (Brahma is the creator in the Hindu trinity), and writes all the vedas (apparently the vedas came from Brahma's four heads), there are very little if any prayers offered to that diety.

There are Vaishnavites, there are Shivaites. Raam is an avatar of Vishnu, and is revered by many Hindus. Krishna is also an avatar of Vishnu and is revered by many Hindus. There are many Shiva bhaktas in India as well. But I have not heard of a large number of Brahma devotees.

Raam-navami (Raam's 9th) is celebrated with great fanfare in India. So is Janam-ashtami (Krishna's 8th). Shivratri is celebrated with great fanfare too. Even Ganesh Chaturthi (Ganesh's 4th) ... (Ganesh is the son of Shiva). But the birth of Brahma is not celebrated much, if at all. I am sure there must be a date for Brahma's birth prescribed somewhere, but I can't find it yet. I could find a "Brahmotsav" celebration but that doesn't seem to be a celebration of birth.

The story was likely created after the fact -- there were not many Brahma devotees and therefore the writer of the story likely explained this by conjuring up this fantasy. But the story rightly points out the negative impact of Ego, and maybe of lying (After all, we lie primarily because of our Ego. If we did not have an ego, we do not need to lie.)

It is interesting that Ego is related to the diety of creation in Hindu trinity (it is also sometimes associated with Shiva, but less often than anger). Ego is related to Brahma more than others because it is difficult to create something and not have the pride of creating it. That is why we love our kids more than others' kids. Because we have created them.

My dear Guru Nanak gives the solution for the ego problem: Have a master, a Guru and attribute all creation to Him; everything I think I am doing, is actually being done through my dear Guru. I would not be able to do anything without my dear Guru. Music and songs that I think I create, are all a direct result of Guru Nanak's creation not mine. My kid's are my dear Guru Nanak's kids. All creation that I think I did, is not mine. And I don't have to sustain them either. The one who created them, will take care of them.

My dear Guru has opened my eyes, and removed my fog. I am free. There is no coming; there is no going. There is only my Guru.

Story of Brahma And The Pillar of Light:

Brahma and Vishnu were touring the Universe one day and found a pillar of light which extended farther than they could perceive in two directions. They were curious and decided to split up to see if one of them could find an end. Vishnu went in one direction and Brahma the other, After some time, they returned to their staring place. Vishnu said that he was unable to find the beginning, no matter how far he traveled. Brahma said that he found a beginning. He lied. Thereupon, the Pillar of light immediately changed into a form of Shiva who called Brahma a liar and sentenced him to be little observed in the divine ceremonies. This is why you will not find many pujas to him.

Another version of the story.

Once there was a fight between Brahma and Vishnu. Brahma said, "I am superior because I created you". Vishnu said, "You cannot live without me sustaining, so I am superior." After much argument, Shiva was consulted. To solve the dispute, Shiva created a pillar of light and Shiva said whoever can find the end of this light, will be superior.

It was decided that Brahma would go up (towards the sky) and try to find the head of this pillar of Light (Shiva) and Vishnu would go down (under the earth) to find the foot of Shiva. Brahma then assumed the form of a swan and began his journey into the sky. Vishnu on the other hand, assumed the form of Varaha (wild boar) and bored through the earth to descend into the very depths of the world. The two of them went thus on their quest for thousands of years and even still could find no end to the pillar of light (as light has no limit). After proceeding in their quest for so long, the two of them got tired.

Vishnu decided to end his search (becoming humbled) and proceed back to the earth. At the same time, Brahma saw a Ketaki (fragrant screw pine – Pandanus Sativa, kewra in hindi and thazhampu in tamil) flower slowly wafting downwards from the sky. He stopped the flower on its way down and asked it where it was coming from. On being questioned by the creator, the flower replied that it had been placed at the top of the pillar of fire as an offering by a devotee and had fallen from there. Unable to find the head of the pillar, Brahma decided to end his search and instead use the ketaki flower as evidence of him having reached the head.

Both Brahma and Vishnu came back to the earth in the end and when asked, Vishnu replied truthfully that he had been unable to find the feet of the fiery pillar even after a very long search going to the very ends of the universe. Brahma on the other hand (to prove his superiority over Vishnu) lied by saying that he had in fact reached the head of the pillar of fire and that he had brought the ketaki flower from the top as proof of having reached there. This false claim angered Shiva and he revealed his true form and then cursed Brahma that he would have no temple dedicated to his worship as he was undeserving (as a result of his falsity) and he also cursed the ketaki flower that henceforth she shall not be used in the worship of Shiva (as she had given false testimony when questioned).

Guru Nanak's Complete Poem:

bRhmY grbu kIAw nhI jwinAw ]
Brahma acted in pride, and did not understand.
barahmai garab kee-aa nahee jaani-aa.

byd kI ibpiq pVI pCuqwinAw ]
Only when he was faced with the downfall of the Vedas did he repent.
bayd kee bipat parhee pachhutaani-aa.

jh pRB ismry qhI mnu mwinAw ]1]
Remembering God in meditation, the mind is conciliated. ||1||
jah parabh simray tahee man maani-aa. ||1||

AYsw grbu burw sMswrY ]
Such is the horrible pride of the world.
aisaa garab buraa sansaarai.

ijsu guru imlY iqsu grbu invwrY ]1] rhwau ]
The Guru eliminates the pride of those who meet Him. ||1||Pause||
jis gur milai tis garab nivaarai. ||1|| rahaa-o.

bil rwjw mwieAw AhMkwrI ]
Bal the King, in Maya and egotism,
bal raajaa maa-i-aa ahaNkaaree.

jgn krY bhu Bwr APwrI ]
held his ceremonial feasts, but he was puffed up with pride.
jagan karai baho bhaar afaaree.

ibnu gur pUCy jwie pieAwrI ]2]
Without the Guru`s advice, he had to go to the underworld. ||2||
bin gur poochhay jaa-ay pa-i-aaree. ||2||

hrIcMdu dwnu krY jsu lyvY ]
Hari Chand gave in charity, and earned public praise.
hareechand daan karai jas layvai.

ibnu gur AMqu n pwie AByvY ]
But without the Guru, he did not find the limits of the Mysterious Lord.
bin gur ant na paa-ay abhayvai.

Awip Bulwie Awpy miq dyvY ]3]
The Lord Himself misleads people, and He Himself imparts understanding. ||3||
aap bhulaa-ay aapay mat dayvai. ||3||

durmiq hrxwKsu durwcwrI ]
The evil-minded Harnaakhash committed evil deeds.
durmat harnaakhas duraachaaree.

pRBu nwrwiexu grb pRhwrI ]
God, the Lord of all, is the Destroyer of pride.
parabh naaraa-in garab par-haaree.

pRhlwd auDwry ikrpw DwrI ]4]
He bestowed His Mercy, and saved Prahlaad. ||4||
parahlaad uDhaaray kirpaa Dhaaree. ||4||

BUlo rwvxu mugDu Acyiq ]
Raawan was deluded, foolish and unwise.
bhoolo raavan mugaDh achayt.

lUtI lµkw sIs smyiq ]
Sri Lanka was plundered, and he lost his head.
lootee lankaa sees samayt.

grib gieAw ibnu siqgur hyiq ]5]
He indulged in ego, and lacked the love of the True Guru. ||5||
garab ga-i-aa bin satgur hayt. ||5||

shsbwhu mDu kIt mihKwsw ]
The Lord killed the thousand-armed Arjun, and the demons Madhu-keetab and Meh-khaasaa.
sahasbaahu maDh keet mahikhaasaa.

hrxwKsu ly nKhu ibDwsw ]
He seized Harnaakhash and tore him apart with his nails.
harnaakhas lay nakhahu biDhaasaa.

dYq sMGwry ibnu Bgiq AiBAwsw ]6]
The demons were slain; they did not practice devotional worship. ||6||
dait sanghaaray bin bhagat abhi-aasaa. ||6||

jrwsMiD kwljmun sMGwry ]
The demons Jaraa-sandh and Kaal-jamun were destroyed.
jaraasanDh kaalajmun sanghaaray.

rkqbIju kwlunymu ibdwry ]
Rakat-beej and Kaal-naym were annihilated.
rakatbeej kaalunaym bidaaray.

dYq sMGwir sMq insqwry ]7]
Slaying the demons, the Lord saved His Saints. ||7||
dait sanghaar sant nistaaray. ||7||

Awpy siqguru sbdu bIcwry ]
He Himself, as the True Guru, contemplates the Shabad.
aapay satgur sabad beechaaray.

dUjY Bwie dYq sMGwry ]
Because of the love of duality, God killed the demons.
doojai bhaa-ay dait sanghaaray.

gurmuiK swic Bgiq insqwry ]8]
By their true devotion, the Gurmukhs have been saved. ||8||
gurmukh saach bhagat nistaaray. ||8||

bUfw durjoDnu piq KoeI ]
Sinking down, Durodhan lost his honor.
boodaa durjoDhan pat kho-ee.

rwmu n jwinAw krqw soeI ]
He did not know the Creator Lord.
raam na jaani-aa kartaa so-ee.

jn kau dUiK pcY duKu hoeI ]9]
One who makes the Lord`s humble servant suffer, shall himself suffer and rot. ||9||
jan ka-o dookh pachai dukh ho-ee. ||9||

jnmyjY gur sbdu n jwinAw ]
Janameja did not know the Word of the Guru`s Shabad.
janmayjai gur sabad na jaani-aa.

ikau suKu pwvY Brim BulwinAw ]
Deluded by doubt, how could he find peace?
ki-o sukh paavai bharam bhulaani-aa.

ieku iqlu BUly bhuir pCuqwinAw ]10]
Making a mistake, for even an instant, you shall regret and repent later on. ||10||
ik til bhoolay bahur pachhutaani-aa. ||10||

kMsu kysu cWfUru n koeI ]
Kansa the King and his warriors Kays and Chandoor had no equals.
kans kays chaaNdoor na ko-ee.

rwmu n cIinAw ApnI piq KoeI ]
But they did not remember the Lord, and they lost their honor.
raam na cheeni-aa apnee pat kho-ee.

ibnu jgdIs n rwKY koeI ]11]
Without the Lord of the Universe, no one can be saved. ||11||
bin jagdees na raakhai ko-ee. ||11||

ibnu gur grbu n myitAw jwie ]
Without the Guru, pride cannot be eradicated.
bin gur garab na mayti-aa jaa-ay.

gurmiq Drmu DIrju hir nwie ]
Following the Guru`s Teachings, one obtains Dharmic faith, composure and the Lord`s Name.
gurmat Dharam Dheeraj har naa-ay.

nwnk nwmu imlY gux gwie ]12]9]
O Nanak, singing the Glories of God, His Name is received. ||12||9||
naanak naam milai gun gaa-ay. ||12||9||


Other Interesting Info On Brahma

From Facebook:

(ii) Shatarupa Episode:

When Brahma was creating the universe, He made a female deity known as Shatarupa (one with a hundred beautiful forms). Brahma became immediately infatuated with Her. Shatarupa moved in various directions to avoid the gaze of Brahmā. But wherever She went, Brahma developed a head. Thus, Brahma developed five heads, one on each side and one above the others. In order to control Brahma, Shiva cut off one of the heads. Also, Shiva felt that Shatarupa was Brahmā's daughter, having been created by Him. Therefore, Shiva determined, it was wrong for Brahmā to become obsessed with Her. He directed that there be no proper worship on earth for the "unholy" Brahmā.

(iii) Sage Brahmarishi Bhrigu Episode:

According to another legend, Brahma is not worshiped because of a curse by the great sage Brahmarishi Bhrigu. Once a great fire-sacrifice (yajna) was being organised on Earth with Bhrigu being the high priest. It was decided that the greatest among all Gods would be made the presiding deity. Bhrigu then set off to find the greatest among the Trimurti. When he went to Brahma, he was so immersed in the music played by Saraswati that he could hardly hear Bhrigu's calls. The enraged Bhrigu then cursed Brahma that no person on Earth would ever invoke him or worship him again.

B) Brahma Temples:

There are very few temples dedicated to Brahma alone as thousands of temples dedicated to the other deities.

(i) Pushkar (Rajasthan) Brahma Temple:

Brahma Temple - The Brahma temple is an important pilgrim center for the Hindus. It is nestled in the Pushkar valley, which lies beyond Nagaparvat and the Anasagar Lake. This place, full of natural beauty, holds a special place in the hearts of Indian for it is believed that Lord Brahma, together with all the gods and goddesses, performed a Yagya here. Legends also has it that the ancient lake Sarovar had appeared miraculously, when a lotus fell from the hands of Lord Brahma and dropped into this valley. Brahma Temple The most famous temple in Pushkar, this is the only temple dedicated to Lord Brahma (the creator of the universe according to Hindu mythology) in the entire country. You can identify it by its red spire and by the image of a hans (the goose considered sacred to Lord Brahma). This temple built with marble is decorated with silver coins and there is a silver turtle on the floor of the temple.

(ii) Other Brahma Temples:

1) Kumbakonam (Tamil Nadu)

2) Thirunavaya in Kerala:

Regular pujas are held for Lord Brahma at the temple in Thirunavaya and during Navrathris, this temple comes to life with colourful festivities.

3) Asotra village in Balotra Taluka of Barmer district in Rajasthan known as Kheteshwar Brahmadham Tirtha

4) Brahma-Karmali village in Sattari Taluka in Goa

5) Khedbrahma in Gujarat

6) Khokhan village in the Kullu Valley, 4 km from Bhuntar, in the state of Himachal Pradesh

7) Sri Kalahasti near Tirupati in Andhra Pradesh

(iii) Some more places of Brahma Worship :

There is also a shrine for Brahma within the Bramhapureeshwarar temple in Thirupattur, near Trichy and a famous murti of Brahma at Mangalwedha, 52 km from Solapur district in Maharashtra, the largest of which is in Angkor Wat in Cambodia. In Khedbrahma, Gujarat, there is a statue of Brahma. A six feet tall statue was also discovered at Sopara near Mumbai.