Rainy Days

Right now the island of Kauai is getting blessings from the sky with a constant light rain that persists just enough to remind you it's wet outside. The monks are ending their phase is a quiet way and getting ready to work on various projects during their two day retreat. Some will harvest noni or carve away at tropical woods; some monks will study scripture late into the night. Satguru will go on his long contemplative walks while others will bake, stir-fry or griddle their way to a savory seva--we get our happiness by making others happy. I foresee an early morning bike ride, web work, app building, astrology reading, budget maintenance and many many other tasks these next few days.

The Deity remains throughout it all, Jiva really is Siva. Our monistic theist-Saiva Siddhanta is unparalleled theology that harnesses the power of creation right into the very heart of your being. While Siva remains detached from the tattvas, the bhogas and all karmic manifestations, He/She remains an ever-grounded part of the whole. From Parashiva, mysteriously to Parashakti and into you and your experience as Parameshwara.

Through sadhanas such as temple worship, yogic meditation and scriptural study, we reign-in the mind's thirst for the gunas and evolve into higher consciousness. The monks are here to root you on as you struggle through the perfect chaos of Parashakti and find your way back to the all-encompassing perfect order of Parashiva.

Love, light and upliftment is our creed. Sacrifice, responsibility and trust is our dharma. The Nandinatha Sampradaya is our lineage, family and history. God Siva is immanent love and transcendent reality. That means Parashakti and Parashiva, that means you, that means me, and that means everything is undoubtedly a perfect one being. Aum.


8 Responses to “Rainy Days”

  1. Adi Alahan says:

    Beautiful!

  2. Adi Srikantha says:

    Shredding those jungle trails in the rain, very cool 😎 while holding shumeef ! nice

  3. Deva Seyon says:

    Yellow is for Yogi . . .
    Fire is His need
    What needs burning you might ask?
    The stubborn resolve of a separate steed

    Grinding the dross in a fire pit
    Leave Him alone in his plight
    Give him a fruit or smile
    But leave him alone in his fight

    How many can withstand it?
    Very, very few it’s true!
    I’ve seen them arrive by the hundreds
    None but a tiny few get through

    But in this poem, you can see it
    What might you ask do I see?
    Flashes of Orange dear one
    Flashes of Orange indeed!

  4. Easan says:

    Thank you for the scripture, the yogic insights, the poetry. Om.

  5. Devika Natarajan says:

    So uplifting!

  6. Catherine says:

    Thank you for caring and telling

  7. Katrina says:

    Thank you for the resounding grace, the divine nectar, in commentary. Aum

  8. Gayatri Rajan says:

    What a lovely and stirring offering, poem included. Thank you so much.

    Jai Natha Sampradaya!
    Jai Kailasa Paramparai!

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