Sahaja Yoga Poems Poems from Sahaji Brothers and Sisters
This page is created with the blessings of "Shree Mataji" with an intention to bring together all brothers and sisters who can write poems. If you have any poems on Sahaja yoga may forward to me which will be uploaded to this page. You are requested to write name/place / and date when the poem is written along with. Poems can be sent on email id sudeshdjv99@rediffmail.com "Jai Shree Mataji"
WORLD YOGA DAY
World over celebrates Yoga day-
Often few know what it says,
Realize about our birth- it’s way,
Life of our’s understand- what it says,
Day on the 21st of June- after May.
Yoga with body unites with mind
Of course, leaves diseases behind
Grow further deep with peace and kind
After realization of soul to become a Saint
Daily meditate and listen to your Soul
Always remain true and be keen
Yes, Union with God definitely to be seen.
Sudesh DJV
Indore/MP/ India
Dtd 17th June 2017
4:50 pm
True Profit
What we earn in our life is ‘profit’ -
till we live and consume it,
the same becomes our ‘debt’-
immediately upon our ‘death’.
what we gave in life to others-
is after our ‘life’ what bothers,
termed as an expense during life-
same after death is our profit’s size.
bother of ‘the profit’ after death too-
to help situation from “bolt from blue”
with the body on earth time spend are due-
remember after death we have time too.
Sudesh DJV
Indore / MP/ India
Dtd 9th June 2017
6:00 pm.
(My old thought converted into poem today)
An Appeal of a Sahaji brother.
Know thyself- The need of the hour,
For you and myself, to get salvation for sure.
Have faith in you, with less fear-
Avoid temptations, be clear.
Happiness and knowledge spread, share-
Don’t contain it within - heavy to bear.
“Mother” incarnated- proved her love for us,
Our turn to be instruments to make it a success.
Let us thank “Shree Mataji” for we are the initial few
Contribute let us to the world- fulfil our due.
More souls are waiting in the queue-
To bid goodbye to their life of 'hue'.
Let us be instruments to bring those few
Awakening them from slumber -to a life true.
We pray we pray, best instruments we be made-
In our heart, you always dwell- never ever fade.
Show us the path and provide the true wisdom-
So always to remain a citizen of your kingdom.
“Jai Shree Mataji”
By Sudesh DJV
Indore / MP/ India
Dtd 3rd April 2017
8:10 am.
Happy Birthday Shrimataji
All Sahaji together in a single link.
Peace of mind we learned from you-
Prosperity coming to us one after one in a queue.
Yearning to remain at your lotus feet-
Bless us Shree Mataji forever to remain seat.
Inspired by your teachings -we keep try-
Reverie of a Nirmala Dharma for a life spiritually high.
Thank you Shree Mataji for your blessings-
Honesty and truthfulness are part of your teachings.
Day to day you help to keep us awake-
Atmasaksatkar provided- kept unshaken.
You are our mother so holy-
Souls of our chanting so truly.
Happy are the days of our total submission-
Reverie continues to become a part of your holy mission.
Impediments were there in our life- full of tarnish,
Mataji, your blessing helped all vanish.
All Sahaji souls join and pray-
Together let us remain forever we say-
Atmasaksatkar let us attain and remain hold-
Jagdambe your purpose of birth let us spread
India and every soul across the world.
Indore / MP/ India
dtd 11th March 2010
Garden of Flowers
Below Poems were written by Shree Mataji.
I want to be smaller
Like a dust particle
Wich moves with the wind
It goes everywhere
Can go
Sit on the head of the king
Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone
And it can go
And sit everywhere
But I want to be a particle of dust
That is fragrant
That is nourishing
That is enlightening.
-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in childhood
Like a dust particle
Wich moves with the wind
It goes everywhere
Can go
Sit on the head of the king
Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone
And it can go
And sit everywhere
But I want to be a particle of dust
That is fragrant
That is nourishing
That is enlightening.
-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in childhood
Mountain
I see a mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Without desires.
-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in Cabella watching the mountain from the room.
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Without desires.
-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in Cabella watching the mountain from the room.
Garden of Flowers
Do not go into the garden of flowers
O friend, go not there.
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals of lotus
and there gaze upon the infinite beauty.
There is a strange tree,
which stands without roots,
bears fruits without blossoming.
It has no branches and no leaves.
It is Lotus all over.
Two birds sing there:
One is the Guru and the other the disciple.
The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life
and tastes them
And the Guru beholds him in joy.
-- Kabir
O friend, go not there.
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals of lotus
and there gaze upon the infinite beauty.
There is a strange tree,
which stands without roots,
bears fruits without blossoming.
It has no branches and no leaves.
It is Lotus all over.
Two birds sing there:
One is the Guru and the other the disciple.
The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life
and tastes them
And the Guru beholds him in joy.
-- Kabir
TO MY FLOWER CHILDREN
You are angry with life
Like small children
Whose Mother is lost in Darkness
Your sulk expressing despair
At the fruitless end of your journey
You wear Ugliness to discover Beauty
You name everything false in the name of Truth
You drain out emotions to fill the cup of Love
My sweet children, my darling
How can you get peace by waging war
With yourself, with your being, with joy itself
Enough are your efforts of renunciation
The artificial mask of consolation
Now rest in the petals of the lotus flower
In the lap of your gracious Mother
I will adorn your life with beautiful blossoms
And fill your moments with joyful fragrance
I will anoint your head with Divine Love
For I cannot bear your torture anymore
Let me engulf you in the ocean of joy
So you lose your being in the Greater one
Who is smiling in your calyx of Self
Secretly hidden to tease you all the while
Be aware and you will find Him
Vibrating your every fibre with blissful joy
Covering the whole Universe with light.
...Mother Nirmala
You are angry with life
Like small children
Whose Mother is lost in Darkness
Your sulk expressing despair
At the fruitless end of your journey
You wear Ugliness to discover Beauty
You name everything false in the name of Truth
You drain out emotions to fill the cup of Love
My sweet children, my darling
How can you get peace by waging war
With yourself, with your being, with joy itself
Enough are your efforts of renunciation
The artificial mask of consolation
Now rest in the petals of the lotus flower
In the lap of your gracious Mother
I will adorn your life with beautiful blossoms
And fill your moments with joyful fragrance
I will anoint your head with Divine Love
For I cannot bear your torture anymore
Let me engulf you in the ocean of joy
So you lose your being in the Greater one
Who is smiling in your calyx of Self
Secretly hidden to tease you all the while
Be aware and you will find Him
Vibrating your every fibre with blissful joy
Covering the whole Universe with light.
...Mother Nirmala
Sudesh DJV writes on contemporary subjects in the form of Articles and poems which is in the interest of the Nation in particular and for the Mankind in general.
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