Dear sweet child,
To speak of the Supreme Absolute,
…how, where and whence do i commence…?
That Ultimate Unifying Force, that Primal Being…
…did descend as Sri Sathya Sai…
…that we may all ascend…
…beyond barriers and realms…
In this complex material milieu…
…only He makes any sense for me and you…

[media id="I2" type="image" mediahost="http://www.sssbpt.org/images/2015/" url="ThatUltimateBeing.jpg"]

He Is the Sun and It’s dazzling brilliance…
He Is the Moon and…
…of each moonbeam…
…the soothing radiance…
He Is Space and Air…
He Is Fire, Water and Earth…
Only He can help you transcend birth, death and rebirth,
He is in you, He is in me,
And in all creatures of the land, air and sea,
He gave the birds wings and…
…He is the wind beneath their wings…
…that makes them fly,
There is none to know His Might nor measure the extent of His Will,
No one can understand His Glory…
…His Profound Mystery, how much ever they may try…
Yet,
He remains so personal, loving and intimate to each individual heart as -
Beloved Mother Sai…

[media id="I3" type="image" mediahost="http://www.sssbpt.org/images/2015/" url="ThereIsNoneToKnow.jpg"]

So, there is nothing i can give you,
For i own nothing…and so nothing is mine to give,
Yet,
There is something that has seeped deep…that makes me live…
…and shapes my destiny…
Would you, sweet child, like this gift from me…?
Not even the slightest edge of knowledge do i possess…
However,
Fate did me bless…when it did bestow upon me wholeheartedly,
Yearning and Love Supreme and Marvellous Joy…
…that makes my heart endearingly sing…
…paeans in adoration and worship of Him…
…at the mere mention of His Name, His Glory and Cosmic Fame…
His Beauty and Splendour,
His Petal Soft Lotus Feet and Beauteous Eyes…
…that make my heart stir in bliss…
That overwhelming intensity at His Presence and Essence…
…i can share with you…sans pretence…
If the next breath has no craving for the Supreme Being…
…i’d rather not breathe,
Longing for Him should never ebb nor recede,
This is the gift, sweet child, that you receive from me…
…all that i am and ever will be…
…i remain replete at His Most Cherished Lotus Feet…

[media id="I4" type="image" mediahost="http://www.sssbpt.org/images/2015/" url="IfTheNextBreatheHasNoCraving_tpr.jpg"]

[media id="I1" type="image" mediahost="http://www.sssbpt.org/images/2015/" url="WouldUSweetChild.jpg" posterurl="WouldUSweetChild.jpg" primary="true"]

Once upon a time, nearly 200 years ago, exactly in the year 1818, in a little town in Austria, it happened. There in Oberndorff, in the little church of this small town, Christmas, the Birth of the Child Jesus, was going to be celebrated. But there was still no Christmas carol ready to be sung for the Midnight Mass.

So, a brave by the name of Joesph Mohr invented, quickly, some lyrics for a carol. He showed the lyrics to his friend Franz Gruber, a teacher in the neighboring village. Franz composed, immediately, the melody to the lyrics. And, lo, the Christmas carol, Silent Night, Holy Night, was born.

Some farmers who lived in the nearby villages were hastily called together to form a choir and to sing the new carol. But, how sad, the church organ was suddenly not working! Hence, the choir had only one guitar to accompany the singers.

But one guitar was sufficient. No one had ever before heard this carol. It was new to the ears of the congregation gathered in the little church of Oberndorff. What a triumphant, synchronistic moment it was on the special Christmas Eve.

It came to pass that the Birth of the Child Jesus was celebrated simultaneously with the birth of the Christmas carol, Silent Night, Holy Night, a song that was to make a triumphant march around the world, a song that would be sung by millions on many more Christmases to come.

Could Joseph, Franz, the choir, or the humble congregation imagine such an outcome? Hardly.

Meantime, year after year Silent Night, Holy Night is sung by multitudes of voices in multitudes of languages on all continents in honour of the birth of the Christ Consciousness on Earth.

Perhaps it makes God so happy when we sing, Silent Night, Holy Night, and our hearts open up for the Holy Child of Love residing there, to come out and enter the world. Joseph and Franz and the tiny congregation at Oberndorff would have wished it to be so.

Silent Night, Holy Night

All is calm, all is bright.

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child.

Holy infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent Night, Holy Night,

Shepherds quake at the sight,

Glories stream from heaven afar,

Heav’nly hosts sing Alleluia:

Christ the Saviour is born,

Christ the Saviour is born.

Silent Night, Holy Night,

Son of God, love’s pure light,

Radiant beams from Thy Holy face,

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II

[media id="I1" type="image" mediahost="http://www.sssbpt.org/images/" url="silentnightholynight_dec2012~.jpg" posterurl="silentnightholynight_dec2012.jpg" primary="true"]