The monks have been honored to be visited by Pieter Veltevrede, an extraordinary artist from the Netherlands. He is here at the monastery for about 3 days and had two morning meetings with the Ganapati Kulam.
"My God is the melter of my heart of love. Let all adore my God, the Lord of primal love, first of beings, my Siva, who again and again melts my heart. May He render me His love in foremost measure! Praise Him but once, the Pure and Holy One, and He will be your escort to heaven. He, Lord Siva, decked in honeyed konrai blooms, sits enthroned in my love, steadfast and free." Tirumantiram 274-275
Aum Namah Sivaya!
Today we celebrate this month's Ardra Nakshatra. This morning the monks performed an abhishekam to Lord Nataraja in Kadavul Temple, pouring milk, yogurt, honey, citrus, ghee and more over the murti. The prana from these essences is absorbed by the Mahadeva and reflected back into the auras of devotees during the final arati.
Nataraja, the King of Dance, has four arms. The upper right hand holds the drum from which creation is sues forth. The lower right hand is raised in blessing, betokening preservation. The upper left hand holds a flame, which is destruction, the dissolution of form. The right leg, representing obscuring grace, stands upon Apasmarapurusha, a soul temporarily Earth-bound by its own sloth, confusion and forgetfulness. The uplifted left leg is revealing grace, which releases the mature soul from bondage. The lower left hand gestures toward that holy foot in assurance that Siva's grace is the refuge for everyone, the way to liberation. The circle of fire represents the cosmos and especially consciousness. The all-devouring form looming above is Mahakala, "Great Time." The cobra around Nataraja's waist is kundalini shakti, the soul-impelling cosmic power resident within all. Nataraja's dance is not just a symbol. It is taking place within each of us, at the atomic level, this very moment. The Agamas proclaim, "The birth of the world, its maintenance, its destruction, the soul's obscuration and liberation are the five acts of His dance." - DWS
There are very few roses that can grow successfully on Kauai, and we think we've just found a few more. These hybrids have just started blooming and they're quite stunning (at least by our Kauai standards). As a flower prized for its scent, roses make the perfect offering to God, Gods and Guru.
Merging With Siva Lesson 304:
Darshan and the unfolding soul on the path are like the rose. When the rose is a bud, it does not give forth a perfume. Unfoldment is just beginning. We admire the beauty of the bud, the stem and the thorns. We are aware that it has the potential of a magnificent flower. In the same way, we appreciate a beautiful soul who comes along, seeing in him the potential of a spiritual mission in this life. In the life of a bud, nothing happens until unfoldment begins. The same is true for the fine soul. It happens occasionally that someone comes along and picks the bud. This means the fine soul is in the wrong company. Now neither the bud nor the soul can unfold. But when they are well protected in a garden or ashrama by a careful gardener, or guru, the bud and the soul unfold beautifully. With just their first little opening to the world, they begin to see the light of the outer and inner sun shining down into the core of their being. It is still too early, of course, for the rose to have a noticeable fragrance, or the soul a darshan. We might appreciate them closely, but we would detect little in this early and delicate stage of unfolding. At this time, the unfolding soul might say, "I can see the light in my head and in my body." And the sun's rays keep pouring into the rose, penetrating into the stem and as deep as the roots. It is feeling stronger and unfolding more and more. If no one picks it because of its unfolding beauty, the rose continues to unfold until it opens into all its glory. Then a wonderful thing happens. The delicate perfume of the rose fills the air day and night. It is the darshan of the rose. To some people, the bouquet of the rose is very strong; to others, it is rather weak. Is the emanation of the rose stronger at one time than another? No. It is always the same. It goes on and on and on, maturing all the while into a deeper, richer, more potent scent. Soon it is filling the entire garden. But to the one who comes into the garden with a stuffy nose, there is only the beauty of the flower to experience. In the same way, one who is closed on the inside of himself misses the darshan of the awakened soul. He sees in the greater soul just another ordinary person like himself. The darshan is there, but he is too negative to feel it. But the darshan permeates him just the same. He goes away from the garden not having smelled a rose, but carrying the perfume of the rose himself. If you stand away from the rose, you smell less of its fragrance. Bring yourself really close, and more of its strong and sweet scent will penetrate your body.
A few photos from Mauritius and their recent celebrations of Satguru Bodhinatha Veylanswami's 74th Jayanti. Members there gathered together at the Spiritual Park and performed a padapuja to Satguru's paduka. Jai Gurunathan! Aum Namah Sivaya.
Every week the monastery enjoys the presence of a great many guests, and one one day we have a full tour, hosted by our gracious Wailua Mission members. Here are a few panoramas of a recent group, each one another form of Siva.
Be one to whom the mother is a God. Be one to whom the father is a God. Be one to whom the teacher is a God. Be one to whom the guest is a God." Taittiriya Upanishad
Archives are now available through 2001. Light colored days have no posts. 1998-2001 coming later.Não foi possível conectar: