The Grace of Shivarudra Balayogi

Shri Shivarudra Balayogi enters the Buddha room at Samadhi Yoga Center.  He is clad in a bright pink dhoti.  He performs aarti for his beloved Guru Shri Shivabalayogi Maharaj.  This vedic ritual honors the Divine, the highest love of God.  The silver platter is moved in a circular motion.  The candles burn brightly as songs of praise and devotion fill the air.  
Babaji moves effortlessly into a seated position on his dias.  His eyes are closed.  His face serene.  He exudes the stillness of a mind that has returned to its natural state of peace.  He is simple, humble without pretense.  Being in his presence awakens and inspires Truth. The body relaxes, the breath deepens and the mind becomes receptive.  He speaks slowly.  His awareness is completely internalized. He initiates us into his Guru’s form of meditation.  It is a simple sadhana that requires nothing more then bringing awareness to ajna chakra, observing whatever arises with complete vairagya or detachment.  He reminds us that whatever thoughts arise are cleansed and purified.  
Babaji’s darshan fills our hearts.  “Remember God.”  I bow before this great yogi this Self realized being who travels half way around the world to bring his Guru’s teachings to our hungering souls.  He fulfills his dharma through his service and we are nourished and healed.  He listens attentively to our queries and responds with patience and love.  He advises us to rectify our faults. To remove  all negativity from our minds.   
We share prasad.  He receives individuals after the formal satsang and meditation for private consult.  I attend to folding the chairs with Rekha and disassembling the room.  We work together seamlessly and by the time we are done Babaji sits alone.  I give him a wild pink rose and bow.  He gives me his blessing to fulfill my mission.  To inspire and awaken the truth to those who seek to know the true Self. Our eyes meet and there is the transmission of Divine Love.  I feel his quiet mind within my own.  His radiant heart my heart.  I pray to my beloved in gratitude for the grace that has filled my being.
santidevi