Sri Yugal Kishore ~*~

Sri Yugal Kishore ~*~
"Two Bodies One Pran"

Monday, September 30, 2013

What about Krishna's Flute? ♫*•*¨¨*•♫•♫ ♫*•*¨¨*•♫•♫




" To awaken their divine attachment
Hari entered Vrindavan playing His flute.
The Svanminis sang about the song of His flute
Whoever is attached to His attributes 
Ends up attached to Him."

"Separation is Krishna in the heart.
Union is Krishna in the world."
       ......
"They are His divine powers,
His shaktis,
They abide in the glades of Vrindavan
For His sheer enjoyment."

"Their love is to be emulated."
       ......  
"What is profound does not appear before all.
This lila is not openly revealed
because ras only flourishes in concealment."

"The Svaminis are intimate with Gopal.
And experience Him through every door of perception."
      .....
"The call of Shri Krishna's flute
Kindles in those women
Who live around the hills and waters of Braja
The spiritual conjugal mood.
         .....
"There are others who are nearby but cannot hear.
Lila is replete with purpose and Krishna
Awakens only those whose time has come.
Others simply will not respond to His calling."

"It is a Lila-Invitation.
Is Overwhelming!!"
                                ..............

               These are excerpts from ~

                     "Venu-Gita"
             (The Song of the Flute)

             presented by Shyamdas


Published by the International Pushthimargiya Vaishnav Parishad (U.K.)
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Saturday, September 14, 2013

☆°•. ★¸.•*¨Sri Radha Ashtami ~ Sept.13,2013¸.•°☆°•. ★¸.•*¨





I think of my Sri Radha in my deepest inmost thoughts.
I know she is there, unmoving, forever mine ~
I am conscious of her presence...

Beautiful one, your face is lovely as the moon,
and the nightingales singing in wild abandon
wrench at my heart and are driving me distracted!

Speak to me, my love, speak such words to me
that I shall be anointed by them; as a king is anointed
by sacred holy oil, let me be anointed by the honeyed
sweetness of your words.

My love, my love, you are my all -
my secret wealth, my jewel, my gem
in a vast ocean that contains all loveliness.

My Radha, there is in my heart one idea,
in my mind one thought ~ My love,
it is you held by my encircling love.

                            ~ Gita Govind ~
                                  Jaya Dev



                                                     "Shree Radhey"

Blessed One,         
       In the Grace, ever since merging in the ecstasy of the uttermost Grace of Divinity, the silent communication of the heart is inscrutable as He Himself and His Lila.
       On the occasion of Sri Radha Ashtami we visit Sri Barsana, the blissful realm of Sri Radha.  All devotees gather at Sri Ji's Mandir at the break of dawn to witness the Mangala Arti then kirtan, and the Samaj continues singing throughout the night, to the Abhishek, the auspicious bathing of Sri Radha with curds and milk.  The sacred Samaj of Sri Radha's Advent is sung with great devotion as the sun rises over Sri Ji's Dham.
       Each day following Radha Ashtami special Raslilas are performed at the sacred sites where Sri Thakurji and His Beloved perform even to this day, their Lilas.  At Sri Prem Srovar, a sacred tank filled with the tears of the Divine Couple Sri Gopal Chandra Dev is taken out on a gorgeously decorated barge and afterward He and Sri Ji watch fireworks from a beautiful throne in front of their temple. At Mur Kuti, site of the Peacock Dance this Lila is performed. Jhulan (swing) Lila is done at Vilas Ghar, where Sri Ji and Shyam Sunder pass their time in Divine Love Dalliance and again repeat their Lila in the forest of Ghaverban.  At Priya Kund the deities of Jaipur Raj Mandir also go boating to the delight of all, and a glorious samaj is sung while carrying the Divinities back to the temple, and end at Sri Ji's Temple.  At Sankrikor, the narrow ravine where Sri Thakurji demanded a 'tax' of curd and milk from Sri Radha and the Gopis going to market, the Lila and Samaj are re-enacted.  The ecstasy of these occasions cannot be easily communicated!
      Kadam Kandi is a very beautiful green forest between dry brown hills, where Sri Naga Baba did his sadhana.  Once while walking in the forest his long hair was caught in a tree and he refused to allow anyone to disentangle it. He wanted the Jugal Kishore (Sri Radha and Krishna) to free him.  When Sri Thakurji Himself appeared, Naga Baba told Him to go away and come back with Sri Radhika - and he did so to free His bhakta!  A grand mela (festival) and Lila happens in this holy place in the valley and atop the hill at the Samadhi of Sri Naga Baba.  All the Gopis of the very caste who once played with Sri Gopal come in the same colorful dress they have worn for centuries - filling the lovely tree-shaded kund amidst the forest with a flood of orange, red, gold and green, as well as old traditional kirtans.  Thence all the devotees go on to Kama for darshan.  Kama is a 'second Vrindavan', a city of many, many temples...  There is also an ancient ruined temple atop the hill with 84 mystic pillars, one for every 'kos' (2 miles) of the 84 kos of Vraj Dham,  (the 84 sacred sites of Vraj).

       From Kama the Mela moves to Karehla, where Maha Ras Lila is performed but once a year, on Purnima (full-moon).  Here, at the site of the original Ras Lila, a masterly crafted golden mukhet (crown) 500 years old, is worn by Thakurji, a once a year darshan.  One then proceeds to Pashia, a supremely holy forest, unchanged from the time of the Mahabharat, when Sri Krishna graced this earth.  Ashwatthama, son of Dronacharya, killed the children of the Pandavas by treachery. Arjuna did not kill him because he was the son of his Guru, but shaved his head and beard, a sign of disgrace.  Ashwatthama retired to Pashia, where he did great penance to please Lord Shankara.  The inhabitants of the surrounding villages believe he still dwells in this woods and it has not been touched by profane hands.  Only sadhus living within the forest will take the dead wood to burn, within the forest itself, otherwise each tree, plant and animal lives and dies according to its Karma in its own place.  Each Saturday the people of the neighboring villages do parikrama of the forest to obtain the blessings of Ashwatthama, who is very kind, they say, who cures illnesses and grants boons.  The forest remains today just as the woods and hermitages, which Sri Ram Chandra passed through when He was exiled, are discribed by Goswami Tulsidasji in his Ram Charitmanasa.
       Since then, Shanji has been going on in Vraj.  Shanjis are mystical diagrams of sacred places in Vraj.  Just as they were made by Sri Radhika and Her Sakhis, the girls of Vraj make them today at their homes, on the walls, with cow dung and flowers.  At Sri Ji Mandir the Samaj of how Sri Radhika and Her friends made Shanjis is sung daily, and a beautiful Shanji, made with colored sand is prepared.  Uchogam, the village of Lalita Sakhi, was made showing the temples, sacred kund, Gopis and Gopas, animals; then Prem Sarover, Sanket (where Radha and Krishna met for the first time), Nandagaon, Kokilban, and Sheshshai - the bed of the snake Shesha, on which Sri Narayan lies on the ocean of milk (khir, according to Vrajavasis...), served by Sri Lakshmi, with the Lotus of the 14 worlds, the seat of Brahma, sprouting from His Naval.

             How to describe the eternal bliss of Sri Vraj Dham?  ☆°•. ★¸.•*¨


☆°•. ★¸.•*¨An unsigned letter written in the handwriting of Baba Asim Krishna Das in 1972, and addressed to me in the handwriting of Baba Sripadji. 

                                     ☆°•. ★¸.•*¨  Jai Jai Sri Radhey!  ☆°•. ★¸.•*¨


Thursday, September 12, 2013

Bhai Sahib Lakshvir Singhji ~ Muztar Nabhawi ~ *ღ☆¸.•°*♥

                                             Beloved Bhai Sahib Lakshvir Singhji
                                                   Dec.25,1918 ~ Feb.14,2008




       Here is a note I made during study of the Persian language 
with the mystic poet-saint 'Muztar' of Nabha.
He is Bhai Sahib Lakshvir Singhji and lived at his home,
'Vir Nivas', in the beautiful Chail forest of Himanchal Pradesh.
      I had first met him in the early 70's when he came to Saproon,
Solan to meet Sant Gulab Singhji, his dear friend, who joyfully rose up
from the lunch table to embrace him. Bhai Sahibji was a very
beautiful and impressive man of around 50 years at that time, he wore a
khakhi color salvar-kameez with a small warm cap and draped himself
with a woolen shawl. He was astonishing with his own Urdu and Persian
Poetry (and English), all present there were totally swept away in the
timeless ecstasy of the graceful company of the meeting of these
two beloved masters!
       Later I was to accompany Santjeo in a friends jeep as we
rode up the mountains to the gorgeous Christmas tree forest
of Chail to visit Bhai Sahibji. The spiritual mood of the Love of
God, the Bhava, pervading his wonderful home is beyond words
to describe! Only I can still feel it today, along with his constant
presence. At that time, there with Santji, I remember how we sat
in the rose garden that Summer day, refreshed by cool sharbat
served by his sons as Bhai Sahibji's own Persian self written books
were brought out and shared with us. This was a kind of engrossing
hospitality I have never known before! The love, beauty, charm and
joy spread in all directions from these two saints!
       In the years to come I was often to visit this wonderful inspiring
saint and his loving family. He had 10 sons, and said that he actually
had to pray that the next child be a girl! No wonder that people
used to hear about him and come asking his advice on how to have
a son! And though it sounds odd, he actually did tell them several
things on the subject and they attained their purpose.
       Outside in the front garden he had built a single room mandir (temple),
up a few steps and one can walk completely around it on the small
veranda that has an absolutely magnificent view of  the sunrise over the
distant mountain ranges appearing like waves in the ocean!  Here he
entered daily, after bath, at the crack of dawn. this was done
on a very regular basis with the most extreme love for God. And he
would come out from the mandir after the Arti, having offered the
morning food and everything to God. At this time any guest or family
member was also welcome to join. We still smell the fragrance of the
unique morning meal, it was a special roti cooked over a wood fire!
The food was always happily brought upstairs and served smilingly by one of the boys, always with music and wonderful conversation. Meals ever ended in our laughter from the charm and whit of Bhai Sahib's stories.



        By around 4:00 pm we would be called from our rest for tea in the garden and from this beautiful tradition we all would have a unique walk in the fairyland forest where Bhai Sahibji would reveal many secrets of the great Himalayas and the saints of this area.
       When one visited for longer stays it was usually in the evenings after a light dinner that we would sit in the grand room upstairs and he would share with me tales of Sufi Mystics and the secrets of  the lovers of God.
It was here that tears of grace would flow in an ecstasy beyond words and the heart would leap up with the soul to be merged with him into a space beyond time itself!!
         The years have passed in such a grand friendship and reverence, I can only hope that there is the time and opportunity to be able to share the tales and this magnificent grace as it should be in time to come.



























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                           1994 more...unforgetable times with Lord's Beloveds!

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Monday, September 02, 2013

Sri Krsna Janamashtami! ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿

 ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ


✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ

        Ah Ho! He came over the other night
and into my Mandir playing His flute,
ringing my bells, singing, dancing, laughing,
and just smiling at me, THAT smile of His!!
Ah Ho!! Shree Krishna Madhusudana!!
       All this happened like just a little bit more of His Divine Magic!!Hey! Hari Sundar!! And this world starts to reveal its hidden sweetness!
  Jai Jai Nanda kishore!!

                             ~ ॐ ॐ ॐ ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐ✿♆ॐॐ ॐ ॐ ~