Tag Archives: bhakti

Initiation

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Spiritual master you should accept,
Why tradition of parampara you reject?

To take diksha is required,
For with devotion to be inspired.

But what to do, agreeing logic is sound,
But proper guru I have not yet found.

From chanting holy names should I cease,
And lose my only solace and peace?

In glorifying God my tongue should I bite,
And repress my enthusiasm of formidable might?

No, every risk I’m willing to take,
Whatever happens, fruitful this life I’ll make.

Why Worry

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Why do you worry so much?
Think you’ll lose motivation’s touch?

Why not in Shri Rama believe?
You has He ever deceived?

All He says has been true,
Gave more than you ever knew.

Sita took care of you since small,
Raised from ignorance to poetic ability tall.

Endless worry over boredom do you,
But from bhakti always something to do.

Of loneliness and shame you’re afraid,
But take comfort in bed that you’ve made.

Kind-hearted saints gave you wonderful gift,
Upon you to use now for spirits to uplift.

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

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Now the dawn of a new day,
But how to get going on my way?

As before the Supreme Lord adore,
And His divine mercy don’t ignore.

To act selfishly the easy path,
But complacency’s misery the aftermath.

Fixed worship surely a fight,
But your spirits it will excite.

Of Sita and Rama think and write,
Then always to start the day right.

Solving Time

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Principles of Vedas I understand,
Goal for in spiritual world to land.

Regulative principles follow,
So in life of sin not to wallow.

Of Shri Hari think,
Nectar of devotion drink.

But time to me most unkind,
From work other thoughts to enter the mind.

Then from the principles I deviate,
And later with bhakti again to saturate.

Depressing to me is each fall,
But no option, for help no one to call.

Forward in devotion I go,
For of no other Lord do I know.

To live like a saint one day.
If names of Hari I constantly say.

Messing With My Head

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Of Sita and Rama I think,
Strive to maintain yoga’s link.

But time having so tricky a face,
In a split second can fall from grace.

This deviation I totally despise,
That I’m weak is all I can surmise.

Repetition of time I cannot beat,
So again periodic hell I’ll surely meet.

With this for me a perpetual fight,
So humbly I’ll rely on Shri Rama’s might.

Of fallen souls know that I am the lowest,
Failed every hurdle, in progress the slowest.

Never mind, trying in devotion still,
Of sounds of holy name yet to have my fill.

Escape From Hell

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Of my boredom’s hell,

I’m so afraid to tell.

 

Same thing day after day,

Desperately seeking a new way.

 

Only in bhakti this not to feel,

Holy name pressures of time to heal.

 

And yet I still go back,

A sucker for maya’s attack.

 

To describe the Lord is my need,

Otherwise anxiety of idleness to feed.

 

That the Vaishnavas will help me I know,

So on with writing of Sita and Rama I go.

Reminding Me Not To Think

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Tomorrow I will go that way,

A new plan for a new day.

 

Thereafter think of the next,

To chart the course for the rest.

 

With this way of Rama you won’t think,

And transcendental nectar not to drink.

 

This is good for you, how?

Urgency for bhakti there is now.

 

Plan instead in such a way,

That throughout each and every day,

Of Shri Rama you’re forced to think,

And thus no more in despair to sink.

 

To remember Him is the key,

Chant His names and this you’ll see.

Increasing

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So many new adventures I tried,

Thought worth going for the ride.

 

But after a while lost appeal,

Thrill of excitement no more to feel.

 

Bhakti-yoga for me not the same,

Interest in it has yet to wane.

 

Of all processes for me is unique,

Has granted me the pleasure I seek.

 

Taken together can mean only one thing,

That real pleasure when Krishna’s names to sing.

Curing Loneliness

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Friends are now all gone,

Alone with my thoughts to dwell upon.

 

Prefer with someone hopes to share,

But no one around who will care.

 

If interest in drinking or eating meat,

Others happily next to me to take their seat.

 

But talk of Sita and Rama? No way,

At mere mention of God they’ll turn away.

 

Futile it is for me to complain,

Since never from bhakti to refrain.

 

In loneliness glorifying Sita and Rama I go,

Can’t stop me, come high or low.

Fighting the Fight

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Before day’s work to quit,

Must do that and do this.

 

Then when to home you get,

More chores upon you set.

 

When finally done with the chase,

Against the clock again must race.

 

Hard to sleep when thoughts in mind,

Of tomorrow, from start to rewind.

 

Mind from here to there to wander,

So how of Sita and Rama will ponder?

 

Rama, whose name to the ears a gem,

And His wife Sita, I work only for them.

 

Have pity not for my plight,

For to serve them I will fight.