You should pay no heed to the talk you mention. The Mahatmas do not owe their greatness to others who recognise them as such; nor do they lose their greatness if some one fails to recognise them. Their stature is not heightened by praise or lowered by blame.

Of course there are some “Yogis” who suffer from blame and they have every reason to fear. I shall tell you who they are.

They quaff their full, they swallow pills

Of opium, and chew the bhang—these ‘noble’ folk!

They drink, they eat their fill

Of low unwholesome food—these `famous’ men!

“Tis wrong to state ’tis false to say

That anything dies, they never die,”

They swear while (!) cutting throats and eat

The living things they like—these `teachers’ grand!

They preach the lessons of love and peace

But hate and fight, all on the sly—these `gurus’ great!

They fret and fume and speak for long

On dry as dust philosophy!

This wondrous gang of Yogis false

They surely dread a fall.

It is only such that have to be afraid. You must have read, in the lives of Mahatmas, how they were assailed by small men in even worse ways. It is all part of the scheme,: don’t worry. How long can the poor dogs bark at the star? How can they produce any effect on the star? All this will continue just for a little time; our integrity is the means to victory.

I shall not slacken My Task, My Activity, My Determination. For Me, Reputation, Fame, Blame, Calumny—all are equally insignificant. I am quite unconcerned with the whole lot. I speak and act, only to help the world and for the sake of the people. But, let Me tell you, I have no name, no place, no possession. By whatever name I am called, I respond! To whichever place I am called, I go and make My appearance. I have this as My very first, My vow, My self-imposed task.

I have not spoken of this to anyone so far; I am not a part of this world; I am far far away from it. But yet, I engage Myself in the uplift of its inhabitants. My Shakti, My Power, My Mystery can never be understood, whoever studies it, howsoever intensely and well.

You can yourself witness the glory that will be manifested hereafter. Bhaktas must learn patience and await events. Then, you will yourself realize the absurdity of your fears.

I wrote this reply to you, because I felt you will be sad, unless I wrote. Otherwise, I would not have replied at all, for it is not in Me to pay heed to such things.

Thus…..Your Baba.

II Samasta Lokaha Sukhino Bhavantu II

sourced:

http://www.theprasanthireporter.org/2012/05/my-task-is-this/

Awesome Drumming by Sivamani at Dharmakshetra on 20th May, 2012

For those of you who could not access the videos of Sivamani in 4 parts uploaded on Vimeo, the direct links are once again forwarded to you below'

https://vimeo.com/42634404

https://vimeo.com/42637955

https://vimeo.com/42641805

https://vimeo.com/42678925

Come, Oh! Cherished One…How Can You Stay Away?

Friday, May 25th, 2012

Meerabai with her unparalleled devotion sung melodiously, beseeching darshan of Lord Supreme, Bhagawan Sri Krishna…Living in the age of Lord Of All Lords, Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai, Whose unparalleled love humanity has been blessed to receive, should we not, each one of us living in this age, strive to become a Meera crying out for Beloved Mother Sai’s darshan? What is the toll of the pangs of separation for a devotee and how much a devoted heart could feel for the ‘missing’ Beloved Presence?…a poetic expression from Ms. Jullie Chaudhuri.

Oh! my Beloved,
I know You won’t leave me and go,
I am certain that is not my fate,
My joy You will reinstate,
Come be visible unto me,
Why this delay?
Life seems pale and grey,
End this play,
Anymore don’t make me wait,
Come, Cherished One, set the date,
Hear my cry,
Be visible, oh! Beloved Mother Sai…

I stare and stare at Your image,
Wondering aloud,
Thoughts that do me besiege -
When will those Lotus Eyes blink?
When will those Divine Lips move?
When will those Hands be raised in Abhaya Hasta?
When will those Cherished Feet walk my way?
Soon, soon, soon,
My Beloved, for how can You stay away?
Where are You?
Hear me as I fervently pray,
You will respond to my soul,
For You it does cry,
Come be visible unto me,
Oh! You, Who are the sole delight of my life,
Oh! Come now, precious Mother Sai…

If You gather my tears,
A new river would be born,
You are with me,
Yet where have You gone?
End this long night of separation,
Of a wondrous reunion herald in a dawn,
I know You won’t leave me like this,
Your Presence I do immensely miss,
Come appear, let the wounds heal,
The scars disappear,
Every cell of my being longs only for You,
…And none other…
Oh! My sweet Mother,
Visible You have to Be, Be, Be,
Unto me,
Come, my darling Mother Sai,
Be visible unto me…

A rose at Your lotus feet I do place,
In every petal my adoration You may trace,
Grace, I seek Thy Grace,
This fog, this mist You must clear,
Oh! Mother dear,
Closer and closer, ever so near,
Hear my eager, yet anguished plea,
End my agony,
Be visible unto me…
Come, my sweetly Cherished One,
You, these eyes crave to see,
Be visible unto me…
II Samasta Lokaha Sukhino Bhavantu II

sourced:

http://www.theprasanthireporter.org/2012/05/come-oh-cherished-one%e2%80%a6how-can-you-stay-away/