We have arrived in India and are on our way to Haridwar to enter the merciful waters of Mother Ganga. We will stay in the guesthouse of the Dev Sanskriti University for two days and deliver a workshop as part of their second festival on yoga, culture and spirituality. Then we will continue our pilgrimage to Badrinath.
We are speeding through the night. Our car stops before a little roadside temple. The driver needs a pause! It’s 3 a.m. and still very dark. But the Lord’s temple is open. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »
The lives of everyone in the global community have been moving faster over the past so many years. Gone are the days of peaceful contemplation. Instead, the average person’s life is filled with small and large projects, most of them unessential. We’re flooded with information, news, conversation, jobs, activities, commitments, duties, relationships, meetings, travel, and we have too much access to the internet. As our lives speed by, the list of things we think we have to do seems to only get longer and create more stress. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »
May your eyes be blessed
with sweet tears of longing
for the beloved of your heart,
Sri Sri Radha and Krishna,
for such tears cure the “mistaken outlook”
and make the bitter tears of misery disappear. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »
yugayitam nimesena caksusa pravrsayitm
sunyayitam jagat sarvam govinda-virahena me
“O Govinda! Feeling Your separation, a moment feels like twelve years or more. Tears are flowing from my eyes like torrents of rain, and I am feeling all vacant in the world in Your absence.’ (Sri Siksastaka, Verse 7)
For devotees of Krishna, the world feels empty in the absence of their beloved Lord. In affairs of love there is no substitute for the beloved—no other person, toy, or material object can replace one’s beloved. Without Krishna the world seems like a playroom filled with meaningless toys—toys that hold no fascination. A devotee wants only Krishna.
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The Art of “Retreating”
In this retreat I would like to go deep into myself, leaving all the different layers behind. I know that deep down in the very bottom of my heart a treasure is waiting for me. I can find it by the process of “spiritual archaeology.” I feel that this treasure will give me the strength required to deal with the compromises I make in my life that keep me in the so-called comfort zone. It is a dangerous zone that gets darker each time I act in a way contrary to what I know to be true. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »
Ring! Ring! Ring!
It’s already the second time this morning.
The first time you ignored it—it’s far too early for phone calls.
Normal people, you have learned, phone after 10:00 in the morning and before 10:00 at night.
A little nervous you ask, “Who is there, please?”
A long silence—a timid silence, almost as if the person is afraid to identify him or herself.
You demand to know the answer. “Who is phoning at this inhuman hour?”
“Here speaks your soul, your self.”
It sounds too unusual to be fake but too strange to be real. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »
When I was walking today, on the Island Mali Losinj, I felt my mind reach out over the blue sea to an island shimmering in the distance. When my mind returned, it brought a story with it, a story of spiritual instruction. Strange are the ways of inspiration.
Here is the story:
When Mohan returned from his journey to Jagannatha Puri, he was a changed man. Those who had never met him were impressed with his character, but those who had known him before were suspicious. Why was Mohan so clear-minded and suddenly so happy? There seemed to be no good reason, because while Mohan was on his way to Puri, his spiritual master, Gurudeva, had left his body. CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLE »