Yogi Bhajan said, “The most powerful prayer in the universe is the prayer of the mother.”
So, envision a whole collective of mothers coming together to pray for schools and communities that are safe, nurturing, and conscious. This collective prayer is for communities that encourage mothers to raise blissful children. This prayer is for every human being to heal and uplift the mother within and the child deep within everyone.
Strange guests reunite,
as mountain peaks with sea foam,
lotus roots & white clouds.
You don’t need to breathe.
Quick! Pass through Dead Meat Market.
You’ll reach Long Life Road.
Neighbors play ping pong.
Back and forth walk grouchy men
and trash collectors drink tea.
Monsoon winds slam dance.
We often lament the pain of separation from ourselves, each other, or the divine. But perhaps there is something perfect about feeling separate and lonely. There is something so perfect about our perceived disconnect from the One Heart. There is something within the experience of separation that builds our longing to unite.
In his poem, Absolutely Clear, Hafiz writes:
Don’t surrender your loneliness
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tongiht
Has made my eyes so soft,
My need of God
When I grow infinitely lonely, I meditate or read a poem and try to re-ignite my longing. I try to remember that I am here to make my way back Home.
Please join me in practicing eleven days of the Maha Gyan Agni Pranayam to honor the San Shaman of southern Africa who will Ignite the One Heart Fire on May 24, 2017 to elevate human consciousness to the Ninth Wave of Creation.
May we use the energy of our pain of separation to launch us to the cozy center of the One Heart. Sat Nam!
The Five Tattvas Haiku
We pass a dark house.
Inside, a woman ready to die,
sings a full moon hymn.
Walk close to the edge,
so our Friend can push us
into the cold pool.
We Sit together
in this burning yogi cave.
The empty bowl sings.
We chant the true name.
The cave fills with strong, cold wind;
yet, there is no sound.
Hush and divine void,
the seers enter Samadhi.
Silence hums and spins.
Words melt, light breeze–
All within these empty hands,
Now Great Cosmic Love.