of the same fruit
we split into two,
an immortal poem
of the same fruit
we split into two,
an immortal poem
We were wedded
You & I
Even before I was born
Before you took form
Consciousness was our Witness
The Grand Eternal One
Came, blessed us & left
You are here
On this planet
The invisible string of love
The power of Love
The power of Goodness
The power of Unity
The power of Synchronicity
The power of Collaboration
The power of Celebration
The power of Meditation
The power of a One World Family
Be at the Confluence of all these Powers
At the World Cullture Festival 2016,
March 11 – 13, Delhi, India
If you’re being pulled by the magnet of the World Culture Festival 2016 don’t be surprised. Here’s something beyond the laws of expectation or understanding.
Magnificent, stupendous, unparalleled.
On 11, 12 & 13 March more than 3.5 million people wil be meditating across the world for Global Peace. Over 8,500 musicians will perform and 40 different musical instruments will be played at the ‘Art of Living Grand Symphony’. On a 7 acre stage, the largest stage ever, 1,000 Bharat Natyam dancers from South India will synchronize their movements, 1,000 Rajasthani Ghoomar folk dancers will swirl into being, 1000 Chinese singers will sing in perfect pitch, 650 African drummers will build up a beat…Russia, Hungary, Brazil, Argentina, Switzerland and so many nations will bring in their troupes…yes, the emphasis is on scale….on whipping up something stupendous. History will be created. New records made. A new bandwidth invented. Old traditions presented as colossal performances.
3.5 million will find themselves on the grounds opposite Mayur Vihar Metro Station to witness this never-before celebration…the world resonating to the chants of 1,000 Veda Pundits from whose bellies and throats the sacred fire of ancient sanskrit shlokas will be stoked.
The gathering wil include world leaders, dignitaries, luminaries from every field, corporates, politicians, the army, the common man, people representing every level of society – entering a field beyond boundaries…where all that counts is love, joy & celebration. And the knowledge that we are One Family.
This elaborate family get together is the outcome of the vision of one individual – Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar whose life has been dedicated to empower each individual and thereby transform the world to a violence-free, stress-free society. This is also a celebration of Art of Living’s 35 years of service to humanity.
Here’s a modern day Yagya – fiery yet pacifying, leaving all beings to sink deep into an ocean of Bliss. When each individual is empowered the world is automatically transformed. With individual peace comes universal peace. That’s the mantra. The formula. The more you give the more you get. Each life receives value from sharing love & wisdom.
Questions will be raised. What can we do to better our environment? How can we address issues like poverty, corruption & terrorism? Brains will be jingled, rattled, and then after the storm, calm will prevail. The mind likes questions, arguments and debates. The intellect likes a settlement. Meditation acts as the mediator, setting the pace for peace. Like minded people will come to work proactively on the many ideas stirred up through debate. Everyone present will participate in the world’s largest ever group meditation.
The yagya will be festively dressed up in song and dance…each nation proudly displaying its traditional music and dance…which may lead to a cross pollination – a polyphonic collaboration of cultures in days to come. Certainly there will be greater inquisitiveness, greater acceptance, greater understanding for that which was earlier considered some form of romping by some distant nation. The shift will take place from “mine” / “theirs” to “ours”. A delight in collective traditions owned by all who inhabit this planet.
When the forces of goodness are collaborating…what will unfold is beyond belief.
We are about to witness an incredible transformation…on all levels – individual, social, political, cosmic.
All I can say is come and experience this scintillating event for yourself. After all, it is our celebration! Come and greet the sea of strangers that are your own! Exult in the wave of humanity, bask in the incredible skill & talent of humankind.
Peace to all, Love to all, Joy to all. Om Shant, Shanti, Shantih.
The wind is blowing in a different direction
Stirring up all the love it can,
Rustling souls across the world,
Towards New Delhi…
Towards a New Dimension,
Another kinda Celebration,
A Recognition –
We’re all One Family.
No matter where you live
Or what you do
We all Belong
To One Another!
Let’s hear the Sound of Love
Let’s hear the Song of Love,
No matter where we go
Or what we do
Or whom we beleive in
It’s Time we hold hands
And sway together –
As One World Family!
Let’s hold hands & join in the largest Celebrations the World has seen so far. The World Culture Festival 2016 in New Delhi, India. Celebrating Humanity. Preserving Traditions. A Colossal display of Folk Music & Dance from 155 countries. Enlivening Peace, Love & Joy through blissful Meditations! Don’t think twice! Just be there (( ;
When you tell the world you’re busy
T i m e suddenly S T O P S!
When you tell your friends you LOVE God
A sprout of a doubt shoots out,
When Singledom’s the best thing
Out comes an engagement ring!
When death stares you in the eye
You know it’s just another lie!
And so I shall not say a thing,
I shall simply not label myself,
‘Cos you never know when & why
Those labels get interchanged!
Stars drop from the sky,
Trees grow feet and run,
A cyclist peddles backwards,
Fish begin to fly,
Sun hunts for moon,
And birds go deep sea diving,
And we, sitting on a bed of oranges,
Feed you the peels
With love shut eyes!
The teacher who sits beside me in Kolkata is Octavio Paz, not Vasishta! Paz in a few scattered words speaks the unspoken, conveys volumes that cannot be written, tickles my intellect and allows me to rest between the blooming spaces of his poems. Here are some examples from “East Slope”:
I draw these letters
as the day draws its images
and blows over them
and does not return.
A WHERE WITHOUT A WHO
a soul among these trees
don’t know where I’ve gone.
I am with my grandmother and I am not with her. She’s dozing. As I write this she opens her eyes a crack and asks for the newspapers. She is silent. The morning light falls on her shining (well creamed) face. She looks like a yogi reposing. When I ask her what she’s thinking, she ruins the image with her mundane words, “I’m wondering why Kalyani (the Day Nurse) has not come today.”
I wish she had given me some other answer that would allow me to elevate her. Still I never lose hope. Every moment is precious, contains infinite possibilities. Transformation can happen in a second, with just one thought or perhaps no thought. It’s all so mysterious. If she lives for another one and a half years she will turn 90. The mantle of Death hovers around her. A bee smitten by the fragrance of an over-sweet flower.
When she’s silent she disappears. Timelessness engulfs her. The moment she cries, whimpers and complains she attracts him to her. He draws closer, hungry for an embrace, eager to alleviate her distress, ready to snuff out that last, breathing, moving ray of light.
If she’s wise she will know this is how it works. Surrender is all I can pray for her. Sooner or later he will come. She cannot resist or avoid him. Be still as a rock and calm as a yogi. Death is really not scary.