Drink the Nectar
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
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I have found
I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.
Sonnet: A Poet’s Dream
I dreamt I turn’d into a rose flower,
That’d fully blossomed, looking so lovely!
Because I wished to be a bee-lover,
One morn as dawn came on very stealth’ly.
I was a rose, red-petaled and much pretty,
Emitting fragrance really very sweet!
My lover-bee buzz’d on to me happily,
Hovering around, with his rhythmic wing-beat.
“Good morning sweetheart! ” it said and kissed me.
“I’ve flown for miles, seeking your divine face, ”
“O spare me some nectar for I’m thirsty,
And some more nectar for my kids, in case.”
“O bee-lover! All my nectar’s for thee;
Only promise to always visit me! ”
poem by John Celes
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I Want A Lover
At this time of night, when the crowds have passed
Were the last to leave, we need some company
No need to look so shy, dont even wonder why
You know the reason that we need this company
Ive been sitting here, looking out for you
Someone just like me, whos maybe had a drink or two
I dont want another drink or fight
I want a lover
I dont care whether its wrong or right
I want a lover tonight
Tonight
Outside the dawn is breaking, looks like its started raining
Well catch a cab, and soon be driving home
No need to look so shy, dont even wonder why
Youll know the reason just as soon as we get home
Youve been sitting there, wondering what to do
Ive been standing here, waiting to make the first move
Ahaha
I dont want another drink or fight
I want a lover
I dont care whether its wrong or right
I want a lover tonight (tonight)
I dont want another drink or fight
I want a lover
I dont care whether its wrong or right
I want a lover tonight
Tonight
This anticipation is a stimulation
No need for conversation as were driving home
Put your arms around me, it doesnt mean you love me
Just that you want me and you need my company
Driving through the night, its so exciting
Turning off the light without another thought tonight
Ahaha
I dont want another drink or fight
I want a lover
I dont care whether its wrong or right
I want a lover tonight (I want a lover tonight)
I dont want another drink or fight
I want a lover
I dont care whether its wrong or right
I want a lover tonight
Tonight
(I want you, I want your love) - I want a lover
(I want you, I want your love) - I want a lover
(I want you, I want your love) - I want a lover (I want your love tonight)
Oooh
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God
Lord Jagannath is the Eternal Truth;
Is an Ocean of mirth.
God Neelamadhiva is the cause of human birth;
With his desire beauteous looks the Earth.
Lord Jagannath, Brother Valabhadra, sister subhadra smile on the altar.
They content the desires of all creatures.
Purusottamdhama Smiles with Deities;
God attracts devotees day and night.
Beautiful looks the sanctified shrine;
Devotees drink the nectar of love as drunkards to wine.
Offer light and fragrance in the morn;
Beauteous is the vernal dawn.
Devotees chant hymns delightfully;
Women devotees surrender on God’s feet gladly.
Criminals become devotees;
Chanting God’s name derive peace, delight.
God’s temple shrine is a Heaven on Earth;
Devotees drink the nectar of Divine love, mirth.
Waves of Bay of Bengal sings God’s glory day and night;
Lord Jagannath is the Generator, Operator, the Almighty.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Saffron
The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,
Limitless colours raining down.
All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover.
I sacrifice myself in devotion to His lotus feet.
A Remorseful Plea
If I should drink from the nectar of the Gods
and return to my youth once more,
Would the Gods be with me
or would it be as before?
For all that I did was not enough.
My life was left undone.
Would the sweetness of the nectar
be accompanied by the sun?
Or would my life be a revolving door
making me atone
for all I left unfinished
and all I did bemoan?
As the bitterness that quenched my thirst
was not a pleasant drink,
still I drank and drank of it
and never stopped to think
of time I wasted on trivialities
which hindered my eyes
from seeing the most important of all
before a teardropp dries.
To become at home with all there is
to make me feel complete
and never wrestle with 'What should I do? '
with the sorrowful ones I meet.
Oh that the Gods would hear my plea
and understand how I feel,
they would offer that cup of nectar to drink
so that my soul could heal.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lily Poet Vavroovahana Patra 9853390060, INDIA
Lily smiles delightfully;
Poet enjoys the beauty gaily.
Silvery Lily allures in morn;
Beauteous is the dawn.
Beautiful is wintry Nature;
Lovely are the creatures.
Sun beam magnifies the beauty;
Mind enchants with gaiety.
Silvery Bride smiles gaily;
Allures lovers enthusiastically.
Insane lovers drink the nectar of beauty;
Mind contents with gaiety.
Beauteous is the creation;
Praying, poet derives his benediction.
Derives peace;
Derives Divine Bliss.
The Heavenly Bride farcifies lover;
Provides Divine pleasure.
Pure Bride tranquilises mind daily;
Poet’s mind enchants gaily.
The dream girl encourages for a bright future;
The Beauty princess is a treasure of peace in the lap of Nature.
The Beauty vergin is joy forever;
Come and enjoy the beauty of the Virgo, the fairy, drink the nectar of peace, pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Mira Danced with Ankle Bells
Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
said I ruined the family reputation.
Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira
drank it laughing.
I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari.
I am thirsty for the nectar of the sight of him.
Mira’s lord is Giridhar Nagar; I will
come for refuge to him.
Life is nectar
Beginning is poison
End is nectar
No no
Beginning is nectar
Middle is nectar
End is also nectar
Whole things
Whole activities
Is only nectar
Enjoy the life
Life is not bitter
Life is nectar.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mine is Gopal
Mine Is Gopal
Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.
On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.
Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.
I've forsaken both God, and the family's honor: what should I do?
I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people.
I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm all wrapped up in a blanket.
I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers.
With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted;
Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss.
The churner of the milk churned with great love.
When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk.
I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept.
Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder:
Now with love He takes me across to the further shore.
Friendship
MR VAVROO VAHANA PATRA, ODISHA, INDIA, +919853390060
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is an eternal brook of nectar-
Nectar of love and affection
Which friends drink with elation.
It is an everlasting gift of the creator.
Friendship is a rivulet of fraternity-
Of attraction and attachment,
Of sharing and caring.
Men may come and go but friendship lasts with eternity.
Friendship is an ever green plant on earth-
With love and deep roots,
Though sweet or bitter its fruits.
In times of stress and strain friendship proves is worth.
Thank you
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Life's Hebe
IN the early morning-shine
Of a certain day divine,
I beheld a Maiden stand
With a pitcher in her hand;
Whence she poured into a cup
Until it was half filled up
Nectar that was golden light
In the cup of crystal bright.
And the first who took the cup
With pure water filled it up;
As he drank then, it was more
Ruddy golden than before:
And he leapt and danced and sang
As to Bacchic cymbals’ clang.
But the next who took the cup
With the red wine filled it up;
What he drank then was in hue
Of a heavy sombre blue:
First he reeled and then he crept,
Then lay faint but never slept.
And the next who took the cup
With the white milk filled it up;
What he drank at first seemed blood,
Then turned thick and brown as mud:
And he moved away as slow
As a weary ox may go.
But the next who took the cup
With sweet honey filled it up;
Nathless that which he did drink
Was thin fluid black as ink:
As he went he stumbled, soon,
And lay still in deathlike swoon.
She the while without a word
Unto all the cup preferred;
Blandly smiled and sweetly laughed
As each mingled his own draught.
And the next who took the cup
To the sunshine held it up,
Gave it back and did not taste;
It was empty when replaced:
First he bowed a reverent bow,
Then he kissed her on the brow.
But the next who took the cup
Without mixture drank it up;
When she took it back from him
It was full unto the brim:
He with a right bold embrace
Kissed her sweet lips face to face.
Then she sang with blithest cheer:
Who has thirst, come here, come here!
Nectar that is golden light
In the cup of crystal bright,
Nectar that is sunny fire
Warm as warmest heart’s desire:
Pitcher never lacketh more,
Arm is never tired to pour:
Honey, water, milk, or wine
Mingle with the draught divine,
Drink it pure, or drink it not;
Each is free to choose his lot:
Am I old? or am I cold?
Only two have kissed me bold!
She was young and fair and gay
As that young and glorious day.
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I am pale with longing for my beloved;
I am pale with longing for my beloved;
People believe I am ill.
Seizing on every possible pretext,
I try to meet him 'by accident.'
They have sent for a country doctor;
He grabs my arm and prods it;
How can he diagnose my pain?
It's in my heart that I am afflicted.
Go home, country doctor,
Don't address me by my name;
It's the name of God that has wounded me,
Don't force your medicines on me.
The sweetness of his lips is a pot of nectar,
That's the only curd for which I crave;
Mira's Lord is Giridhar Naagar.
He will feed me nectar again and again.
[Translated by Nita Ramaiya]
Land of Love Vavroovahana Patra
Lord Jagannath is all creatures’ Deity;
Land of the shrine is a perennial Beauty.
Lake of peace quenches thirst of devotee;
Lotus smiles on the altar with delight.
Lily is fragrance pervades in the environment;
Ladies and gentlemen enchant with merriment.
Lovely God blessth devotees day and night;
Loving devotees chant God’s hymns with delight.
Long lasting love is a brook of nectar;
Liberal honest devotees drink love’s nectar.
Liberality reigns in the environment;
Lovers of God enchant with merriment.
Lam and lad pray for Divine Bliss;
Lord hears their prayers, fulfils wish.
Life of devotee becomes glories;
Lapping devotees the shrine is beauteous.
Lighting love’s candle devotees delight;
Life is surrendered on the feet of Almighty.
Lightening of love penetrates in devotees;
Listening God’s hymns devotees dance with delight.
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Into it all the same.
At a distance, a flower is noted by its colour.
Once into it, the purpose of the colour is over.
Only the nectar of the flower matters.
Pleasure is drawn in churning to honey the nectar.
A wise man makes variety from his clay
rather than buying varying makes.
23.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: With God as Friend Why Should I Fear
Oh, let me bear the trials of my life!
For Thy sake Lord, I want to sacrifice;
Let anger not take over me in strife;
Let me be honest, hard-working and wise.
I thank Thee Lord for gifts Thou did bestow;
Help me O God, Thy Will to realize;
My missionary zeal has started now;
My Divine-work seems increasingly nice.
I know the cost of buying Thy disciple-ship,
Is suffering and persecution, Lord;
But nothing scares when God is in friendship,
And to Thy divine song, I play my chord.
Help me O Lord, to keep always upright;
Help me O God to serve Thee with my might.
6-15-2001
poem by John Celes
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Jove To Hercules
'Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine,
But 'twas thy strength which made my nectar thine!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Blue Skinned Beast
I can fly you to your loved ones but I can promise no return
To a shell-shocked God forsaken where their craters still they burn
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Still the worst is over that I hope you understand
The youre one more hurdle over our protector of the land
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
I heard you shout for yesterday, but I was sleeping on the job
And I dreamt of fighters miles away whose lives I had to rob
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
I can fly your loved ones to you
With guarantee of no return
And if john waynes dummys bounce off
Dont look shocked when it comes your turn
Have a drink on me
I put it down to company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
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Merriment Vavroovahana Patra
Bhagabana’s temple-shrine is a Vaikuntha on Earth:
Devotees drink the nectar of Divine love with mirth.
Waves of Bay of Bengal sings God’s Glory day and night.
Lord Jagannatha is the Generator, Operator the Almighty.
Beautiful looks “Patitapavanabana from a distant:
In Bhaktas pervades rays of love and merriment.
Chanting Bhagaban’s sweet name devotees dance with joy:
Devotees surrender on God’s feet with gay.
The Supreme Soul is the Director, Operator of the Universe:
Creatures exist on Earth with His bliss.
Stars smile in the sky:
Plants and creatures live with gay.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Auroville Mother
A plea in compliance
It was an event spiritual in the abundance
A divine force enforced into a human force
And you were there as if from the divine womb
Mirra Alfassa, grew to groom a babe to a Mother
A mother of the immortal godly consciousness
Kaali or Krishna, merged in your oneness
A onness blossoming the mundane florescence
But it's my ever doubting nescience..
Two sets of eyes in two disunified visions
A pair on matter in self esteemed bliss
Meditating the other in midway strain to slide
A feel somewhere in my consciousness is watching
A worry worrying on these unconditional uncertainty
In this swirl of life unsteady I'm
Now finally you arrive at my vision's dawn
Your supra-human eyes are no mortals
Divine rays arrowing out in fledging glitter
From your divine consciousness you look through
Whole light of the eternity condensed in your eyes
This sinful Incapable being in blind surrender
Begging to be blessed with a life divine Mother
poem by Indira Renganathan
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