Birthday Blessings
by Swami Veda Bharati
~ 2005
I have been given the good fortune in this incarnation to have three birthdays in a year. Yes, this day (24th March) identifies the birth day of this body. But when you receive yoga-diksha, the real yoga-diksha, you are led through dying and rebirthing. That body doesnât exist anymore and then you are reborn. This is a secret among the yogis. You were body-bound, outward identified, now you have become inward. Your senses ordinarily flow outwards, from the moment of yoga-diksha, there is a âpullâ and your senses develop the inclination of an inward flow. You operate in the world but you remain an âinsiderâ. So that is the real death and birth of a yogi. Death is not unconscious, death is a conscious process. And the yoga-diksha is a rebirth, so this is one of my birthday celebrations.
The third birthday is on the day this one received the diksha of sannyasa. On that day, one too does shradha to oneâs self. One celebrates his own funeral and purifies the 7 generations of his family heritage through that act. So I am happy that I can have three birthdays to celebrate. Everybody gets one birthday remembering the birth of the body. In this body, with the time given, one uses their life situations, and relationships within a lifespan to pay off whatever karmas, karmic debts that we owe. And if you keep this goal in mind, the day all the karmic debts are paid off, that day renounce. By renouncing your desires, you are free. Whatever desire you seek to fulfil, you become attached to their results, to the fruits. Then it becomes a karma, then it binds you, then it ties you. Whatever desires i have had, my Master has fulfilled them. Itâs just unending grace of the Master presented to me. Yet, if a yogi or a sannyasin becomes attached to the enjoyment of that desire then fresh karma begins again. So I watch myself and question, âAm I getting attached to this desire, or grasping this fulfillment I am receiving.â The moment I see a sign of attachment I do âsomethingâ inside me.
Along with attachment to the fruits of desires, there develops pride. It is a culture in India, a tradition in the sense that one learns to make ones self small. Keep yourself small and you will become big. So my blessing would be, may you know how to make yourself small. I wrote a poem at one time in which I sent a blessing. May Guru grant you a meditation shawl under which everyone shelters. I pray that my shawl be so extensive like that of my Master, to shelter everyone who seeks freedom from their attachments, pride, greed, and fears.
Now Feel the flow and the touch of the breath in the nostrils.
Breathing-out and breathing-in with your mantra with no breaks between the breaths. Observe how mind, mantra and the breath are flowing as a single stream of awareness. Let your entire mind becomes an even flowing stream, and without breaking the flow of the stream gently open your eyes. May God and Gurudev bless you all.
~ 2008
It was beautiful. Someone whom I have known from the age of 7, Iâd never thought in those years of 1956-57 that we will be meeting here. Such a touching occasion for me. The whole history from that country where I was serving Guyana to this day here in Rishikesh. And tonight, Hungarian song-hymn sung to the tabla rhythms in Rishikesh. What can be a better demonstration of a world culture. And here we are creating this world culture so beautifully expressed. Those things make me blush.
Iâll share one secret with you. When I first moved to India, I said to my mind. This is too much. I canât take it. Such reverence, every composition you have presented tonight. I surrender to my Guru. Itâs his. Long, long, long ago, 2~3 years after I first met him in 1969, 1970-71, in a little yellow house in Minneapolis, in the USA, he said to me, âTeri sari ichayein puri karunga.â I fulfill all your desires. I didnât even know what my desires were.
And I missed those days and those countries, the flow of Ganga, the singing of Gita Govinda in Sanskrit. And today, by Guruâs grace and really by Guruâs grace and truly only by Guruâs grace, all that is present here, Ganga is flowing. I can go and have the darshan of Mother Ganga any day I want. And âGita Govindaâ is sung and my beloved disciple Jyoti and her students, and their coming up give us hope for the future that this song and dance tradition, this culture-tradition will continue. And when they did the prakriti puja, offering, as worship and appreciation to Nature, I cried. You may not understand the symbols of the hands and the facial gestures. But my heart cried, overfilled with joy. You filled me with such love.
But I have one desire yet unfulfilled. If you really wish to honor me, wish to love me, do two things for me. This, I am saying to my students. First, love each other. All those here at SRSG, you love this Swami, but you donât love each other. If you want to love me, love each other. Secondly, make yourself adhikarin so that the knowledge coming down from thousands of years of tradition can be passed on and can continue.
Everything that you have given me tonight, I will keep it filled inside me. Allow me to take this occasion to thank all those who have played a role in creating whatever I have been. The sacrifices that they have made so I could reach where Iâve reached, yet, still short of my goal. I give them my appreciation. I thank you.
And the third condition, if you want to love me, meditate. That is our true relationship. Silent love is the best love in the universe. And my master, Swami Rama said âLove is the Lord of All.â And today you have shown that love. But I would be happy when you show that love to each other. That I want to see here.
I thank you all, thank you all from the depth of my heart.
God bless you.
~ 2009
âŠjust this tremendous amount of love everywhere from people I did not know. And Iâve found that God has made a very, very loving world, and my prayer for you is that you find your world to be the same, and my prayer for myself is that whether someone throws roses at me or throws mud at me, I should remain the same and there should be no change in the level of my love. Thatâs my prayer for myself, and for you, may you find the world to be as full of love as beautiful as that I have found in traveling around to strange places, new places. Everywhere may you find the same.
I donât know, thanks is not enough. Songs from Greece and poems from Italy and from Holland and from Surinam and something I had composed sixty years ago has been sung for me today. One thing has been in my life. Whichever country, whichever society, whichever group of people I am with, it feels to me that they are my people. Whichever country I am in, I feel this is my country and this is my language. Their literature is my literature, and their customs are my customs, and their philosophers are philosophers of my lineage. So, Iâve enjoyed sitting at the spot where Platoâs academy is in Athens, the ruins of that. When I was sitting there, I felt I was making an ancient connection just as I feel in the temples of the Himalayas.
I wish you all, there is nothing else I can give you in response to what you have given me, I wish you all, wish for you all, always a very beautiful and loving world. God bless you.
~ 2010
Dear Million-string Harp,
Each day the sun is born a new
Each soul has a new dawn upon waking from sleep
Each mind is born to new realities every moment
Each turning of the atom is an infinite span in which
your consciousness has taken births as many times as
your atoms have turned in all bodies of all your incarnations â and mine.
All this truth came bubbling, gurgling, spilling, streaming, flooding my heart and mind as I received your âhappy birthdayâ wishes for me.
Each time a Lily withers, drops, mingles with dust and is re-born, all the leaves of the forests all sing to her a âhappy birthdayâ âââso have you, a beautiful phenomenon of Nature, sung to me.
And all the Ashramites gathered in my meditation room upstairs reciting âtryambakamâŠamrtaatâ âtryambakamâŠamrtaatâ âtryambakamâŠamrtaatâ
and the fruits I shared around to all afterwards
were fruits that all my friendsâ wishes have borne for me in the 77 years and nine months of the current body.
Would that I could remember here in my autumn the names of all those en-formed amities I have been loved by in these 28375 days, but I will remember yours fondly
because you have reminded me of Liliesâ recurrent re-births, adding beauty to my heart and mind and balm to whatever might ever ail me.
May each day, too, be a happy birthday to you in which ever new melodies of the music of wisdom are born again and again â in you who are one of the harps angels hold to their bosoms and play the Vedic hymns on into the rishi ears.
May you celebrate your own birthdays with you hearing you who are eternal and uncountable melody-lilies.
Swami Veda Bharati
Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama
Rishikesh
24th March 2010