PARAKUNNATH SREE VETTAKKORUMAKAN PAYYAN KSHETHRAM (TEMPLE), AROLI, KANNUR, KERALA
Wednesday, 22 April 2026
ARISE, AWAKE , AND MOVE ON
ARISE, AWAKE , AND MOVE ON
Every morning is a gift from God.
It is as if the Sun actually rises for you,
almost as a wish, " each day is a birthday"
Because every morning we have a chance to upgrade ourselves
into a newer, happier, stronger, and wiser version of ourselves.
We do not need to compete with others!
The one constant race is with our own Self.
While past happiness makes us smile and encouraged for more,
even past sadness becomes a useful experience,
leading us from bitter to better.
Every morning we have that choice, are we going to
spend our today complaining about yesterday,
or are we going to be our best
and move naturally into a great tomorrow.
No matter what circumstance Life has shown us
Mother Nature has a way to replenish our soul.
to Arise, awake and move on.
Aum Namah Shivaye.
~ Shail Gulhati: Shiva and Mysticism.
उठो, जागो और आगे बढ़ो हर सुबह ईश्वर का दिया हुआ उपहार है। यह ऐसा है जैसे सूर्य वास्तव में आपके लिए उगता है, लगभग एक इच्छा के रूप में, "हर दिन एक जन्मदिन है" क्योंकि हर सुबह हमारे पास तरक्की करने का मौका होता है खुद के एक नए, खुश, मजबूत और समझदार संस्करण में। हमें दूसरों के साथ प्रतिस्पर्धा करने की आवश्यकता नहीं है! एक निरंतर दौड़ हमारे अपने स्वयं के साथ है। जबकि पिछली खुशी हमें मुस्कुराती है और अधिक के लिए प्रोत्साहित करती है, पिछला दुख भी एक उपयोगी अनुभव बन जाता है, हमें कड़वे से बेहतर की ओर ले जा रहे हैं। हर सुबह हमारे पास वह विकल्प होता है, क्या हम जा रहे हैं कल के बारे में शिकायत करने में अपना आज बिताओ, या हम अपना सर्वश्रेष्ठ बनने जा रहे हैं और स्वाभाविक रूप से एक महान कल की ओर बढ़ें। ज़िन्दगी ने हमें कैसी भी परिस्थितियाँ दिखायी हों माँ प्रकृति के पास हमारी आत्मा को फिर से भरने का एक तरीका है। उठो, जागो और आगे बढ़ो। ॐ नमः शिवाय। Hindi translation by Yash NR
HE IS THE POET
HE IS THE POET
He is the poet
and writer of the whole
His single poem is the making of the world
He is the keeper of our breath
in this whirlwind space we call life
He, the keeper of our little bowl
He is Shiva the lord,
Mahadev.
~ From the book 'Shiva poetry' by Shail Gulhati
Tuesday, 21 April 2026
EMPTY YOUR HEART
EMPTY YOUR HEART
Did you know that you are like a beautiful bench in a park. Empty your heart of the rush
and sit awhile with your own timeless Self.
~ From the book 'And life said ' by Shail Gulhati
NANDI'S GAME
NANDI'S GAME
Nandi loudly declared, “My Lord, are you ready to play a game with Her Majesty, Queen Parvati?”
“Hmm… okay,” said Shiva.
“Bhringhi, get the bronze plate and fill it with milk!” ordered Nandi.
Bhringhi brought a large bronze plate and filled it with milk, as directed.
“Lord, take off your wedding ring and hand it to me,” said Nandi.
“What are you saying, Nandi! I will never take off my wedding band!” said Shiva, a little annoyed.
“Oh, come on Shiva, be a sport,” said Parvati. “I’m sure Nandi has something nice on his mind; like he said, it’s just a game.”
“Oh okay, alright,” Shiva smiled. He took off His wedding band and handed it to Nandi.
“lets play an ancient game, my Lord. One, that I have no doubt you will enjoy playing. It is called, simply, ‘Find Me’.”
This ring will show which one of you found the other through love,” said Nandi, putting the ring into the milk plate. and then added loudly, “Aum Aim Hreem Kleem Chamundaye! Aum Triyambakam yajamahe!
Monday, 20 April 2026
WHAT GOD LOVES
WHAT GOD LOVES
Here's the thing:
God loves innocence much more than knowledge.
~ From the book 'And life said ' by Shail Gulhati
THE ART OF BECOMING A DOT
THE ART OF BECOMING A DOT
“Verily, there is a great lesson you must know, my dear Shaunaka,” said Suta. “There is Shiva tattva and there is Shiva, the Yogi.”
“You mean there are two?” asked Shaunaka. “Now I am really confused, Gurudeva. Please clarify.”
“There is just The One, there has always been One, and there shall always be The One only. The One is Shiva tattva, the universal stuff from where all things are made. From where all beings originate, including us.”
“So who is Shiva the yogi?”
Sunday, 19 April 2026
A MIND FULL OF GOD
A MIND FULL OF GOD
Before dawn, sometime during a winter month, while most of the world lay asleep, a young ascetic was walking briskly through a forest. It had become a habit with the young Rudra to start His day like that, without waiting for the sun. His pace was brisk, yet steadfast; the gait graceful, yet determined. He looked straight ahead, yet was aware of all His surroundings. And He thought of
nothing, yet His mind was full of God.
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