Hari Om,
Yesterday many peple wishes me "many returns on the day." At first I thought it sounded quite nice but as I heard it more and more I began to wonder what it's actual significance was. As I feel asleep after my classmates had thrown me a surprise party, I pondered that it must mean to have many revisits to the world of cycles of time to re-experience the celebration of the birthday and life. One friend of mine who is a Baba in Vrindavan, Dheer Krsna, laughed when I told him it was my birthday. He said very accuratly that I had taken so many births, from my mother, from my guru at diksa, at the time of taking saffron cloth, at teh time of accepting white cloth. It occured to me this was just another point on a line on a plane, a part of an ever rotating field of complexities and transformations and transmutations called life.
We sang, and danced and ate cake last night. As the lights burned above the 31 candle in the middle of the cake I recollected that 30 years had gone by, almost one third of a century and it seemed a fitting celebration for the occasion to be celebrating in Prashanti with all my beautiful classmates.
They gave me a statue of Govinda playing his flute next to a cow, a chaddar, rasa gullas, and most of all the blessing of their friendship and love. Most of all I felt tremendously satisfied that I could jump around in my dhoti with my hands stretched in the air and to the surprise look on the face of a visitor guest exclain, "its yoga!" Maybe somehow they could understand.
Yesterday many peple wishes me "many returns on the day." At first I thought it sounded quite nice but as I heard it more and more I began to wonder what it's actual significance was. As I feel asleep after my classmates had thrown me a surprise party, I pondered that it must mean to have many revisits to the world of cycles of time to re-experience the celebration of the birthday and life. One friend of mine who is a Baba in Vrindavan, Dheer Krsna, laughed when I told him it was my birthday. He said very accuratly that I had taken so many births, from my mother, from my guru at diksa, at the time of taking saffron cloth, at teh time of accepting white cloth. It occured to me this was just another point on a line on a plane, a part of an ever rotating field of complexities and transformations and transmutations called life.
We sang, and danced and ate cake last night. As the lights burned above the 31 candle in the middle of the cake I recollected that 30 years had gone by, almost one third of a century and it seemed a fitting celebration for the occasion to be celebrating in Prashanti with all my beautiful classmates.
They gave me a statue of Govinda playing his flute next to a cow, a chaddar, rasa gullas, and most of all the blessing of their friendship and love. Most of all I felt tremendously satisfied that I could jump around in my dhoti with my hands stretched in the air and to the surprise look on the face of a visitor guest exclain, "its yoga!" Maybe somehow they could understand.
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