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The Last Journey
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INVOCATION TO THE DARK GODDESS

Om kali kali mahakali kalike papaharini
dharmarthamoksade devi narayani namo-stute

Om Goddess Who Takes Away Darkness,
Goddess Who Takes Away Darkness,
Great Goddess Who Takes Away Darkness,
Beloved Goddess Who Takes Away Darkness,
Who Takes Away All Sin.

Give the way of peace and harmony,
the necessities for physical sustenance,
and liberation or Self-realization.
Oh Goddess, Exposer of Consciousness, we bow to you
.

THE BURNING GROUND

Because Thou lovest the burning ground,
I have made a burning ground of my heart -
That Thou, Dark One, haunter of the burning ground,
Mayest dance the eternal dance.
Nought else is within my heart, O Mother:
Day and night blazes the funeral pyre:
The ashes of the dead, strewn all about,
I have preserved against Thy coming,
With death-conquering Mahakala 'neath Thy feet
Do Thou enter in, dancing Thy rhythmic dance,
That I may behold Thee with closed eyes.

-Bengali Hymn to Kali


The poems and hymns are part of a collected work, THE LAST JOURNEY, Songs of the Spiritual Warrior.

Copyright 2002 by Janna Lynn. All Rights Reserved



Om aim klim somaya namah
Om we bow down to the Moon, Emblem of Devotion.

sivaya paramesvaraya

sasi sekharaya namah om
bhavaya guna sambhavaya
siva tandavaya namah om

Om we bow to the Consciousness of Infinite Goodness,
To the Supreme Lord of All,
Who wears the Moon of Devotion.
Om we bow to He who is all Existence.
Who Contains All Qualities Equally as His intrinsic nature,
The Consciousness of Infinite Goodness,
Who Dances the Dance of Total Dissolution



NAMES OF THE GODDESS

Om neem chandi Kali namah
Om namas chandi Kayai
Om krim Kalyai namah
Om hrim srim krim parmesvari kalike svaha
Om hrim srim dum Durgayai namah
Om shrim hrim klim aim Kamalavasinyai swaha
Om aim srim hrim Saraswati Devyai namah
Om ture tu Tare ture so ha
Om Srim Hrim Srim Kamale Kamalalaye Praseedha Praseedha
Srim Hrim Srim Om Sri Mahalakshmi Devyai namaha
Sri Rigveda Mahalakshmi Devi Mantra
Om Hrim Chum Chamundaya Svaha

Om aim hrim klim camundayai vicce



SELECTIONS FROM CRY OF THE HAWK FOR HER BELOVED

"Faith is the Bird that feels the Light when the dawn is still dark."

-Rabindranath Tagore


May you have the strength of eagles' wings,
the faith and courage to fly to new heights,
and the wisdom of the universe to carry you there.

-Indian Blessing

THE WIND IS MY GURU

Pavan Pavan, Para Para, Wahe Guru

I call, I call, Wa Coma Tete,
Lord of the Wind.

Let me fly with you
on dragonfly wings
of rainbow, iridescent Light,
in the Phoenix's flight.

For I am a maker of the Moon altar
of the Dreamtime,
a keeper of visions.

I carry the Dream back
to birth the Earth Star
so Beauty may be borne of
the Union with the Wind.

-From Cry of the Hawk For Her Beloved.

I am your Beloved
You are my True Companion
We meet in the Circle
at the Rainbow's Center
Coming together in Wholeness
That is the gift of Freedom

-from the Runes, Partnership. A Gift. Gebo X

MOON ALTAR

The arc of the moon, my heart,
rises in the dark sky, bearing witness
to this fated union decreed
of spirit and flesh.

Crossing the chasm of separation,
I cradled your head to my breast,
rocked into Eternity across
eons of tears and pain,
giving in that elemental embrace
what the universe required
of stone and fire and blood and seed.

Wind whispered gently, by day,
turning upward the leaves
of the cottonwood
shimmering in the Sun.
Now, by night, the
branches of the willow weep,
swaying in the wind
under a canopy of stars
studding the night sky.

A horse stood sentinel
on the gently sloping hill,
illumined by the Moon.
I dreamed I rode with you
across the mystical plains,
with only Earth and Sky
and we between.

I remember I am a Bringer of Water,
a Maker of the altar of the Sacred,
and you
a brief, elusive memory borne
of longing and desire.

My altar is finished. It is finished in Beauty.

3 August 1995
La Puebla, New Mexico


WHITE JOURNEY

My womb cries, empty,
Swollen, like the Moon.

I climb on the back of
Winged Shaman, white mane
flaming in the dark, deep night.
On soundless, swifty galluping
feet, we reach the top of the
snow-capped peak.
Raven's dark wings
brush my face, cold
with grief I cannot weep.

I cling, motionless,
against the white, taut muscles,
gleaming with sweat
in the moonlight,
from the effort of the climb,
as the white horse carries me upward,
gliding with sure strength
toward the moon's clear light,
growing pearl bright as we near.

The white wolf awaits me, and
mating, throats arched,
we howl our pain in the night.

Then, they lay me, shuddering, still,
in a cavern of rock,
like a womb that cradles me,
from the uncertainty of the Earth below

THE SONG OF WHITE MEDICINE FLOWER
TO THE LORD OF FIRE

The Fire is my Brother.
The Fire is my Father.
The Fire is my Grandfather.
The Fire is my Lover.

At the Heart of the Fire
lies the Darkness
At the Heart of the Darkness
lies the Light
At the Heart of the Light
lies the Love
At the Heart of the Love
lies the Fire.

I am one with the Heart of the Fire.

In the Heart of the Earth
lies the Flower.

I am one with the Heart of the Flower.

WALK ALONE

If they answer not to thy call, walk alone;
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
Open thy mind and speak out alone.
If they turn away and desert you
when crossing the wilderness,
Trample the thorns under thy tread,
And along the blood-lined track travel alone.
If they do not hold up the light
when the night is troubled with storm,
With the thunder-flame of pain ignite thine own heart,
And let it burn alone.

-Rabindranath Tagore

HARD TIMES

Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly
Has stripped unending skies of all companions.
Weariness grips your breast, and within the draped horizons
Dumbly ring the bells of hugely gathering fears.
Still, O bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to fold your wings.

It's not melodious woodlands but the leaps and falls
Of an ocean swelling with drowsy thunder,
Not a grove bedecked with flowers
but a tumult heaved with foam.
Where is the shore that stored your buds and leaves?
Where the nest, the branch that offers shelter?
Still, O bird, my sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to fold your wings.

Stretching in front of you the night's immensity
Hides the western hill where sleeps the distant Sun;
Still with bated breath the world is counting passing time, and
Across the shoreless dark obscurity, a crescent moon
Has thinly just appeared upon the dim horizon.
--But O my bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to fold your wings.

From upper skies the stars with pointing fingers
Intently watch your course, and from the deep,
death's impatience
Lashes at you in restless, leaping waves;
And sad entreaties plead from the farthest shore
With hands outstretched and wailing 'Come, O come!'
Still, O bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to fold your wings.

All that is past: your fears and hopes and love's illusion;
All that is lost: your useless words and lamentation;
No longer yours a home nor a nuptial bed strewn of flowers.
For wings are all you have, and the vast firmament of sky
And the dawn steeped in darkness, losing all direction.
Dear bird, my sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to fold your wings.

-Rabindranath Tagore


WHISPERINGS OF BUDDHI

As the lost jewel may be recovered from the very depths
of the mud, so can the most abandoned snatch himself
from the mire, if only the precious Gem of Gems,
the sparkling gem of the Atma, is developed.

Each of us must do that for himself,
each can if he but will and persevere.
Good resolutions are mind-painted pictures
of good deeds: fancies, day-dreams,
whisperings of the Buddhi to the Manas.
If we encourage them they will not fade away
like a dissolving mirage in the Shamo desert,
but grow stronger and stronger
until one's whole life becomes
the expression and outward proof
of the divine motive within.

There are innumerable pages of your life-record
still to be written; fair and blank they are as yet.
Child of your race and of your age,
seize the diamond-pen and inscribe them with
the history of noble deeds, days well-spent,
years of holy striving.
So will you win your way ever upward to the
higher planes of spiritual consciousness.

Fear not, faint not, be faithful to the ideal
you can now dimly see.

-By Mahatma K. H. From the Preface of Cry of the Hawk For Her Beloved



DEVOTIONAL HYMNS AND POEMS

CRIMSON

My eyes are damp with the Nectar of the Lord
My Soul is filled with His Love.
He tested my Heart with His Touchstone
And Found it to be Pure.
Through the Guru, I am dyed a Deep Crimson.

This body and mind are wet with the Love of my Lord.
Nanak, this slave has been drenched in His Fragrance,
And this life of mine has been blessed.

The song of the Lord's Love is like the piercing arrow.
It has struck deep into my Heart.
Those who have felt Love's pain know how to withstand it.

The one who dies to life while yet alive
has achieved Liberation in this lifetime.

Oh, God, make the slave to meet with the True Guru
So she can cross the difficult ocean of the world.
Through the Guru, I am dyed a deep crimson

-Siri Guru Granth

CONTENTMENT

Going forth a-begging,
Let contentment be thine earrings,
Modesty thy begging bowl;
Smear thy body with ashes of meditation,
Let contemplation of death be thy beggar's rags;
Let thy body be chaste, virginal, clean,
Let faith in God be the staff on which thou leanest;
Let brotherhood with every man on earth
Be the highest aspiration of your Yogic Order.
Know that to subdue the mind
Is to subdue the world.
Hail, all hail unto Him,
Let your greetings be to the Primal God;
Pure and without beginning, changeless,
The same from age to age.

-Guru Nanak

RAG SUHI HYMNS OF SHEIKH FARID JI

There is but One God. By the True Guru's grace, He is obtained.

Ceaselessly burning and inflaming,
I wring my hands seeking out that Spouse of mine.
I am gone crazy. Thou, O Spouse, art angry with me in Thy mind.
In me are demerits. The fault lies not with my Spouse.
My Lord, I know not Thy worth.
Losing my youth, I repent afterwards. Pause.

O black cuckoo, what qualities have rendered thee black?
I have been burnt by separation from my Beloved.
Without her Groom, how can she ever obtain peace?
When the Lord becomes merciful, then he unites me with Himself.
The lonesome bride writhes in the world well.
She has neither a mate, nor a friend.
In His mercy, the Lord has united me with the society of the saints.
When I look again, then I find God as my Helper.

Very saddening is the path that I am to tread.
It is sharper than the two-edged sword,
and exceedingly narrow.
On that lies my path.

O Sheikh Farid, think of that path as early as possible.

-Siri Guru Granth 2587

THE BODHISATVA

You are Coyote,
Chameleon, Trickster,
The Bodhisatva disguised
As the Saturn Teacher.

Never did I leave you
Neither was I here:
You have been my greatest Teacher.

Although I longed to sit
With Venus by the sea,
The Circle began and ended
With you, ji, by only one degree.

I followed Delusion
Ensnared by the Veil of Maya
Samsara beckoned me.

Now, awaken the Serpent
Coiled at my Spine
Only you can do it.

Sacred Beloved,
Reflection of my Self
Let Earth and Heaven
Root and Crown
meet
In Union with the Divine
The Destiny is Mine.

-for Siri Singh Sahib Bhai Sahib
Harbhajan Singh Khalsa Yogi ji
19 January 1997
La Puebla, New Mexico


THE FLEA MARKET

Santa Fe, New Mexico - April 2000

There, at the spring bazaar you stood
In the company of your holy army
Surrounded by rows of richly layered woven,
Flowered carpets of the Orient,
Bargaining, cajoling for your price
I wager you got it.
An orange cloth wrapped around your head,
I watched you from afar,
As I had done for so many years.
The merchants, laughing,
Gave you your bargain,
A barter for your blessings.

I was on my way to bow
At the feet of the Mother,
Her blessing on my brow.
I paused, in that moment,
With you standing there,
For a glimpse of your darshan,
And gave you in exchanage,
The coin of my devotion.

7 May 2001
Libra Full Moon - Wesak
La Puebla, New Mexico


CAVE OF THE HEART

Nanak, like the mingling of water with water,
My light has blended with the Supreme Light.

-848 Harimander Sahib

In the Cave of my Heart
where there was only darkness
I have made a place for thee, Guru ji.

Illumination begins to dawn
like the million suns I gaze upon
in the depth of your dispassionate eyes.

Sleeping for lifetimes,
now, my heart flutters awake,
as the hummingbird
drinks the nectar
of the flower,
unfolding
in the Lotus of my Heart.

Oh Brahman, across the gossamer veil
of Space and Time, I stretch my arms,
as the veil dissolves and disappears,
and I, drawing near, surrender,
to this embrace borne of the
longing of my Infinite Desire.

On the Occasion of Guru Purnima
For Swami Jyotirmayananda
17 July 1999
La Puebla, New Mexico


SHIVALING

On the dark Moon, I dream
placing a pineapple on the
altar of Siva and lighting a candle
to burn in the darkness of the Moon.

So I may dwell with the Beloved
and, one day, dance, foot lifted,
pointed to the sky
in the new cycle of becoming
birthing the Dream into being.

In that stillness, as the spring snow
drenched the Earth,
I remembered offering myself at the temple
as I lay under the pure Ganga stream,
in the distance, Shivaling,
where the yogi dreams
above the shrill clamor
of humanity in the valley below.

The cool crystal water washes
the ash on my forehead,
and the ashes of one dear
arise in my mind's eye,
as I rise clear-eyed from the current
rushing with the force of the river's journey
homeward to the Sea.

And, I bow to the deathless Lord
whose form I see, motionless
in the still, white glacier
beyond the swift, foam-capped waters,
moving surely, one day to merge in the Sea.

Halfway down the mountain, I paused
at the bank of the strong, surging waters
in a flower garden
smiling at two gracious monks robed in ocre.

31 March 2000,
Capricorn Dark Moon
La Puebla, New Mexico.

ALL IS FULL

In the early morning I hear the temple bells
playing across the Ganges River
And the clouds of music from my vina
Drift like white mists over the moving waters.

When the bells ring the spirit of Wind sings.
"All is Full, from Full comes Full, take Full from Full,
What is left is Full.
All this is Divine Self. Take the world away.
What is left is Brahman. All this is the Divine Self."

Om Purnamada Purnamidam Purnat Purnamadachayte
Purnasya, Purnamadaya, Purname Va vashisyate.
Om Shantih, Shantih, Shantihi.

-From Yoga Mystic Songs for Meditation

ALL IS FULL

That truth is the negation of false
That Light is the negation of dark,
Not the opposite of false or dark.

That all is only the negation
of the pairs of opposites.

That the Buddha's emptiness
Is the Vedantin's fullness.

That we are only mentations
In the mind of Brahman
Is the crown of the eggplant!

A revelation like a burning flame
In the embers of the dying vritti.
That is such a relief,
Now to live it!
Om poornamadah, poornamidam...

03 February 2003
Miami, Florida

MOTHER OF PEARL

A rainbow in the western sky
A chartreuse iguana by the roadside
An indigo vase of pink-orange roses on my altar
A swirl of summer color.
And then I lay by a wandering vine
Of pink morning glory,
painted along the sand toward the sea,
until the blossoms closed
In the afternoon sun, and I,
Immersed in the sea, closed my eyes
against the glaring rays,
seeing within a luminous white-scaled dragon
With yellow, glowing eyes.
We flew to a star, and I held a sphere
of Mother of Pearl, cupped in my hand,
absorbing the radiant glow
Of the Full Moon's Light.

Pisces Full Moon 22 September 2002
The Last Day of Summer
Cape Florida



(DO NOT GRIEVE) THAT WHICH PASSES - To Julie

A consolation to know there is something still familiar
in the couple who lived on Camino Azul.

The tall, blue rectangular glass vase
On the windowsill holds dried flowers,
Once fragrant with life, now faded red and pink.
The late afternoon sun glimmered on the blue glass
Then passed behind the winter green, tropical leaves.

A blue altar to the dark deity holding a flower,
A young Siddartha, how would his path
Lead him to the final renunciation stemming
From that single red flower?
Bereft of kin and friend, how far would he wander
In the anguish of his aloneness
To find that elusive oneness that his soul must seek?
What of his humanness, discarded along the way,
Decaying flesh, how much pain could that body endure,
A rusting cage, awaiting age and death?

Do not grieve that which must pass, she wrote,
A memory of solace, preserved in a bottle of glass
that surfaced to shore
with the passing of time and pain.

Reaching to grasp the shattered glass of that which passed,
She watched it ebb with the ocean's flow, glimmering,
in the receding sea.

26 December 2003
Capricorn Crescent Moon
Winter Solstice
Miami, Florida


A MERMAID HAS NO TEARS

Tears lie beneath my eyelids
There since emergence.
Sometimes I cry, immersed in water.
But a mermaid has no tears,
So they dissolve, becoming air.

I am wary of this walk on Earth
with human legs pierced with pain
at each tentative step.
For a Prince?
Yea, the Prince of cups
Whose passion for the human realm
Leaves me standing, naked on the shore
Of the deep sea,
Calling with mute human chords
The songs sung by mermaids
To the Merman of the waters,
His trident-scepter stave sunk
In the coral depths of my heart.

I scream at the Universe
For the loss of this Prince,
But the price for this human birth
Was cutting out my tongue,
The songs of the mermaids now
Only a silent remembrance
In my deadened throat
As I stare, motionless, vacant,
Unanchored here
In the vast eternity of the Sea.

Candelmas
Aries First Quarter Moon
01 February 2001
La Puebla, New Mexico



THE MAGPIES

Two purple petunia blooms contained in a clay black swan
arch their pale faces at the end of long green stems
through the glass pane door
toward the sunlight in the snow-draped boughs of trees beyond,
where two large concave bowls of twigs high in the limbs
harbor the unborn young of protectors who have made a nest
over the barren years in the branches of the trees,
now laden with heavy snow,
a fluff falling to the deep, white bank below.

Inside, I listen to cedar crackling in fire in black steel,
watching red and yellow-streaked black-winged birds
greedily push aside small sparrows to grab the seed in their beaks,
and contemplate the newborn black and white feathered magpies
in the spring,
at the center the blue tail feather that anchors them
in their unknown flight of freedom.

Superbowl Sunday
28 January 2001
Pisces Crescent Moon
La Puebla, New Mexico



SONGS OF THE SPIRITUAL WARRIOR

I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I do not die.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I do not die.

by Mary Frye
 
Inspiring Thots




THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR

If you keep your spirit correct
from morning 'till night,
accustomed to the idea of death
and resolved on death,
thus becoming one
with the way of the warrior,
you can pass through life
with no possibility of failure
and perform your office properly.

Yamamoto Tsunenori, 17th Century. Hidden Leaves

THE LAST JOURNEY

You have gone on a journey in your youthful days
Of seeking and wondering who you are,
And what is the meaning and purpose of all.
Journey on bravely, have no fear,
For now you are no longer alone.
You are protected by a mantle of love,
And unseen hands guide and direct you.

Though your footsteps may falter, your strength seem weak,
Be assured you will reach that goal which you seek.
Journey on bravely and if you feel tired,
Give yourself time to pause and reflect
On the glory of the sublime heights before you.
For if you get too fatigued, you may fall prey
To temptations and thoughts of return.

What have you left that demands your return?
Your days of worldly ambition are over,
Though you may not yet have fully grasped this fact.
You still feel you belong neither here nor there,
But in truth you are already with me.
You have realized the emptiness of worldly life,
Yet have not attained to other planes of existence.

You are not certain of where you belong,
But I know who you are and where your home is,
And where you will find all the things that you seek.
What is past is over and cannot be restored.
It was all a part of the journey of your soul,
And your search to find your real self.

You have begun to realize what you really are
And what the purpose of your life really is.
If you return to the world now, you will be lost
And your life will have been spent in vain.
O child, keep your eyes fixed always on the goal!
You are my child who has returned to me.
Let me see who can keep you from me now.
You are surrounded by love and by light.

Light on the Guru and Disciple Relationship

Swami Satyasangananda Saraswati/ Swami Satyananda Saraswati
Bihar School of Yoga, Ganga Darshan Munger, Bihar, India 1984

A HINDU PRAYER

Sarveshaam Swastir Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Shaantir Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Poornam Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Mangalam Bhavatu

May there be goodness for all
May there be peace for all
May there be fullness for all
May there be auspiciousness for all!

Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah
Sarve Santu Niraamayaah
Sarve Bhadraani Pashyantu
Ma Kashchit Dukh Bhaag-Ghavet.

May all be happy!
May all be free of diseases!
May all see what is good!
May no one suffer from misery!

Asato Maa Sad Gamaya
Tamaso Maa Jyotir Gamaya
Mrityor Maa-Amritam Gamaya

Lead me from falsehood to Truth
Lead me from darkness to Light
Lead me from death to Immortality!

OM SHANTIH, SHANTIH, SHANTIH


-The Heart Sutra
 
"gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi soha"
'Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond,
O what an awakening, all-hail!'
When the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara
Was Coursing in the Deep Prajna Paramita
He Perceived That All Five Skandhas Are Empty.
Thus He Overcame All Ills and Suffering.

Oh, Sariputra,

Form Does not Differ From the Void,
And the Void Does Not Differ From Form.
Form is Void and Void is Form;
The Same is True For Feelings,
Perceptions, Volitions and Consciousness.

Sariputra,

the Characteristics of the Voidness of All Dharmas
Are Non-Arising, Non-Ceasing, Non-Defiled,
Non-Pure, Non-Increasing, Non-Decreasing.

Therefore, in the Void There Are No Forms,
No Feelings, Perceptions, Volitions or Consciousness.

No Eye, Ear, Nose, Tongue, Body or Mind;
No Form, Sound, Smell, Taste, Touch or Mind Object;
No Realm of the Eye,
Until We Come to No realm of Consciousness.

No ignorance and Also No Ending of Ignorance,
Until We Come to No Old Age and Death and
No Ending of Old Age and Death.

Also, There is No Truth of Suffering,
Of the Cause of Suffering,
Of the Cessation of Suffering, Nor of the Path.

There is No Wisdom, and There is No Attainment Whatsoever.

Because There is Nothing to Be Attained,
The Bodhisattva Relying On Prajna Paramita Has
No Obstruction in His Mind.

Because There is No Obstruction, He Has no Fear,
And He passes Far Beyond Confused Imagination.
And Reaches Ultimate Nirvana.

The Buddhas of the Past, Present and Future,
By Relying on Prajna Paramita
Have Attained Supreme Enlightenment.

Therefore, the Prajna Paramita is the Great Magic Spell,
The Spell of Illumination, the Supreme Spell,
Which Can Truly Protect One From All Suffering Without Fail.

Therefore He Uttered the Spell of Prajnaparmita,
Saying Gate, Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Svaha



The Temple of the Heart
 by Shree Maa
 
PRATAH SMARAMI


pratah smarami bhavabhitharam suresam
gangadharamvrsabha vahanamambikesam
khatvanga sulu varadabhayahastamisam
samsara ogaharam ausadham advitiyam

pratarnamami girisam girijarddhadeham
svargasthti pralayakaranamadidevam
visvesvaram vijitavisvamohabhiramam
samsara ogaharam ausadham advitiyam

pratarbhajami sivamekamanantamadyam
vedantabhedarshitam purusam mahantam
namadibhedarahitam sadabhavasunyam
samsara ogaharam ausadham advitiyam
om namah sivaya

In the morning I remember the Supreme Divinity
who takes away fear from all existence;
who supports the Ganga,
who rides upon a bull,
who is the Lord of the Divine Mother;
who holds a skull-topped staff, a spear,
and offers boons and freedom from fear
with his other two hands;
who is the One without a second,
who offers the medicine
which takes away
the disease of worldliness
from the ocean of world.

In the morning I bow to the Lord of the Mountain
whose half body is the goddess of the Mountain;
who is situated in heaven,
who is the Supreme god,
who is the Cause of the Dissolution of existence,
who is the Supreme Lord of the Universe
and thrusts the universe into ignorance
with His excessive beauty;
who is the One without a second,
who offers the medicine
which takes away
the disease of worldliness
from the ocean of world.

In the morning I celebrate
the Consciousness of Infinite Goodness,
which is One, Infinite and Foremost,
who is sung of as the unity of supreme wisdom,
the Full, Complete and perfect Consciousness
which is Great,
called by various names.
His true nature is Perfect Peace;
who is the One without a second,
who offers the medicine
which takes away
the disease of worldliness
from the ocean of world.

DIVINE MOTHER REFUGE
By Shree Maa 

BHAVANYASTAKAM

na tato na mata na bandhurna data
na putro na putri na bhrtyo na bharta
na jaya na vidya na vrittirmamaiva
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

bhavadbdhavapare mahaduhkhabhiruh
papata prakami pralobhi pramattah
kusamsarapasaprabaddha sadaham
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

na janami danam na ca dhyanayogam
na janami tantram na ca stotramantram
na janami pujam na ca nyasayogam
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

na janami punyam na janami tirtharm
na janami muktim layam va kadacit
na janami bhaktim vratam vapi matar
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

kukarmi kusangi kubuddhih kudasah
kulacarhinah kadacaralinah
kudristi kuvakyaprabandhah sadaham
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

prajesam ramesam mahesam suresam
dinesam nisithesvaarm va kadacit
na janami canyat sadham saranye
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

vivade visade pramade pravase
jale canale parvate satrumadhye
aranye saranye sada mam prapahi
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

anatho daridro jaraogayukto
mahaksinadinah sada jadyavaktrah
vipattau pravistah pratastah sadaham
gatistvam gatistvam tvameka bhavani

From The Temple of the Heart by Shree Maa


108 Names of Siva
Praneswara  

Praneswara Sarveswara Maheswara Mahadeva 
Dharmeswara Satyeswara Brahmeswara Mahadeva 
Jayeswara Candiswara Jnaneswara Mahadevaa 
Siveswara Gangeswara Phuleswara Mahadeva 
Bakteswara Rajeswara Vidyeswara Mahadeva 
Medaswara Rudreswara Umeswara Mahadeva 
Nidraswara Kaleswara Yogeswara Mahadeva 
Gauriswara Bhavaniswara Kameswara Mahadeva 
Abhayeswara Vigneswara Dayaswara Mahadeva 
Prabhateswara Asteswara Srstiswara Mahadeva 
Stithiswara Pralayeswara Ksantiswara Mahadeva 
Saktiswara Pustiswara Tustiswara Mahadeva 
Buddhiswara Ksamaswara Drtiswara Mahadeva 
Mahiseswara Rambheswara Sumbheswara Mahadeva 
Deviswara Indreswara Parameswara Mahadeva 
Suddeswara Pavitreswara Karmeswara Mahadeva 
Sukeswara Karaneswara Karjyeswara Mahadeva 
Bhaveswara Krpaswara Gayeswara Mahadeva 
Guhyeswara Napaswara Deveswara Mahadeva 
Kuleswara Vameswara Vedeswara Mahadeva 
Rajaswara Tameswara Satyeswara Mahadeva 
Rameswara Priyeswara Viseswara Mahadeva 
Suksmeswara Badreswasra Padmeswara Mahdeva 
Ksitiswara Pavaneswara Tejeswara Mahadeva 
Gandjiswara Rupeswara Sabdeswara Mahadeva 
Akritswara Prakritswara Omkareswara Mahadeva 
Jananiswara Jagateswara Janakiswara Mahadeva 
Mateswara Mayaswara Mugdeswara Mahadeva 
Jhotiswara Laksyeswara Yajneswara Mahadeva 
Lajjeswara Laliteswara Lingeswara Mahadeva 
Siddiswara Santiswara Vridhiswara Mahadeva 
Saradeswara Varadeswara Subhadeswara Mahadeva 
Mangeleswara Parameswara Ganeswara Mahadeva 
Bhimeswara Bhuteswara Bhadreswara Mahadeva 
Nitiswara Nadiswara Narishwara Mahadeva 
Sureswara Candreswara Taraswara Mahadeva


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