Uttarayana - the Northern Gate
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Uttarayana - the Northern Gate

Uttarayana-the Northern Gate

Today the Northern Gate to the Deva Realm is wide open for the last time until the Winter Solstice. This is the day of peak solar manifestation, when the masculine Divine in His most noble and brilliant form, is shining forth to empower all atmas who are willing to fill their being with sunshine as the direct link to the immortal realms of Brahman.

Drink this amrita O flickering mortals! Invite that joyous light into the darkened hallways of your physical vehicle. Light the lamps in the damp hallways of the pyramid that is your dense body. Invite the Light! Invite the Light! Invite the Light!

Om Hring Kling Shring Suryaya Namaha

Om Bhur Bhuva Sva Tat Savitur Vareniyam Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi Diyo Yona Prachodayat

Jaya Sita Ram Jaya Hanuman!

Asato ma sad gamaya, tamaso ma jyotir gamaya, mrityor ma amritam gamaya!

The Song of a Sun Inside

The summer light

Lasted half the night

When the Solstice had just gone by,

The electric blue

Cast an eerie hue

Like a soul that will never die.

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And I longed to rest

On the purple breast

Of my dusky slumber maid

But I could not sleep

In her arms or keep

The meeting which we had made.

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So I closed my eyes

From the glaring skies,

Seeking in darkness to hide

But the black was gone,

Now a rosy dawn

Sang the songs of a Sun inside.

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Then that amber orb,

with a pulsing throb,

Rose up within my mind

And the shining globe

Shed its silken robe

Burning until I was blind.

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Blind to the sky,

Blind to the I,

Bound by flesh and skin,

Blind to my ego,

Blind to the shadow,

The Sun rose up from within.

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Now the black of space,

Once an empty place,

Became a realm of endless love,

An ocean of bliss,

Waves of happiness,

Came crashing down from above.

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On a golden mountain,

A silver fountain

Sends forth streams of light,

Beneath towering trees,

With jewels for leaves,

Flows the river of my delight.

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There beneath those trees

Sweet divinities

Desport themselves on the ground,

Showering tenderness,

Shining happiness,

To a concert of holy sound.

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And that day shines yet,

Now it will not set,

In my heart, either night or day

But once in a while

On my joyful smile,

You can glimpse that eternal ray.

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