Search the Archives

Browse the Archives

July 1996

High on Waves

The Guru Disciple Relationship
Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati

The Place of the Ashram in Spiritual Life
Swami Vibhooti Saraswati

Maintaining Inspiration in Ashram and Sannyasa Life
Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati

Transition From Prakriti to Divinity
Sannyasi Anandaprem

Guru Versus Modern Technology
Swami Suryamani Saraswati

My Yoga Yatra
Sannyasi Ishwarprem

The Second Generation
Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati

The Guru-Disciple System in the West

Inner Link
Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati

High on Waves

Swami Niranjanananda Saraswati (1972)

Guru Poornima

On a radiant day
The ashram of my country
Will be enveloped in clouds of fragrant incense.
O guru! Thousands and thousands of people
Will be bowing at your feet.
Along with them all
Bless me with fearlessness.

Lead me to the path of truth.
Fill this mortal vessel
With the panchamrit
Of viveka, vairagya, nivritti, sanyam and sankalpa.
And in that yajna
Grant me absolution.

I am one with you,
Even when away from you
Far away......

In these nations
Which are symbols of sovereignity
Amidst affluence
There is absence of feeling.
Skyscrapers, computers -
Factories exhaling thick smoke -
Men have become robots here.
Hearts and minds
Are torn apart by the limits of individuality
Which prevents union.
Toddlers in uniform chatter about bombs.
Teenagers are confused.
Worldly pleasures have crippled their souls.
The trembling old men
Are witnesses of history.
They have seen my country writhing
In the pain of subjugation.
We are passing through the era of tablets.
Mothers abstain from lullabies,
Fathers refrain from fairy tales,
Children resort to sleeping pills.

In this nation of science
I will perform gyana yajna
And sacrifice to God
The masks of maturity on the faces of children
Their immature samskaras
And the false egos of the elders.
Automated man will cease to exist
With the resounding vibrations of my 'Om'.

I will acquaint them with the birth of love
And the demise of darkness.
Extend the horizon of my resolute wisdom
Beyond limits.
Let my arms spread to infinity like the vast sky
Where the rising sun is uneclipsed.
Before medicines for every disease
Push them towards the point of no return
I will draw them back.

My yogic culture
Will show the path to a new life.
My vedanta
Will end their sufferings
And my morning song of benediction
Will usher in propitious days.



Home | Current Issue | Links | Contacts
All material © Bihar School of Yoga. All rights reserved | Privacy Policy | Terms & Conditions