I have read recently about the passing of Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, the great mystic, visionary and founder of Sahaja Yoga. I had come to know of her through the writing of my friend Axinia on her blog http://1000petals.wordpress.com . Axinia is a practitioner of the Sahaja yoga and has written very nicely on it and Shri Mataji on her blog.
I feel a great kinship to all those who walk a path. Things like Sufism or yoga are words, but there is a reality behind it that unites us all even those of us who are unaware of it or don’t believe in its existence. There is always a special relationship between the teacher and the student and because of that I would like to share the following poems from Rumi, with all of those who followed her, who mourn, who grieve or who celebrate her passage into Transcendence:
When I am finally buried in my grave
do not imagine I feel any more pain.
Don’t weep tears for me or lament
(If you’re trapped here with demons, then lament!)
When you can see my hearse pull slowly away
Don’t cry out “Separation!”
For at that moment is the final meeting
when I will join the oneness of the deity.
And when you lower me in my grave, dont say “Farewell!”
Hiding our heavenly reunion, the grave is just a veil.
You’ve seen me lowered, but I will rise up soon -
Does setting spoil the sun? Does waning weaken the moon?
It looks like sunset now; in fact it’s sunrise:
This grave will free my soul, so it can fly.
Once seeds are planted they will quickly sprout:
This human seen will rise up too – why should anyone doubt?
The pail is not drawn empty from your well,
So why lament the well of Joseph’s handsome soul?
After you close your mouth to this world, first wait,
Then open it with a scream of joy beyond all time and space.
- Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi was a visionary: http://1000petals.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/shri-mataji-nirmala-devi-was-a-visionary/