Heart Training on the Bodhisatva Path ~ Tara Brach


*Heart Training on the Bodhisatva Path – Bodhisattva means “Awakened Being.” This path of awakening has three key domains for practice: remembering intention; training our attention; and compassionate activity. This talk reviews these domains and includes guided reflections that can help bring spirituality alive in daily life.

David Frawley (Pandit Vamadeva Shastri) Interview on Aaj Savere Morning Show of Doordarshan


David Frawley (Pandit Vamadeva Shastri) interviewed by India’s National Channel Doordarshan. In this candid interview he speaks intensely about his understanding of vedas, shastras and upanishads, he even explains his love for India and it’s enviable culture and history. a MUST WATCH. Posted with expressed permission from DOORDARSHAN and American Institute of Vedic Studies (www.vedanet.com).

Dark Night of the Soul; What Happens After Mystical Union? [updated June 6, 2014]

The Dark Night of the Soul

Images set to Loreena McKennitt’s music and vocals “The Dark Night of the Soul”, inspired by the Words of St. John of the Cross.

Loreena McKennitt – The Dark Night Of The Soul (HQ)

Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead

Chorus
Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night [ longer version ]
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart

That fire t’was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

Chorus

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow

Chorus

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

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