This day, that age

My mother had been excited about turning 60. She always had a shrewd head for money matters and she had been looking forward to the better interest rates she would get as a senior citizen. Luckily she did turn 60 if only for a couple of months. This day, two years ago, she knew she was dying. She had a cake, friends around her, close family visiting, a beloved nephew who flew in to see her, a music system gift from her brother that distracted her from pain in the final weeks ... it was a good last birthday.

Happy Birthday, Maw! You know the prayers I have for you.

Tasmayi Sri Gurave Namah

New header for this day. A doha that keeps coming back to me, more often these days. Kabir describing, or rather, declaring his inability to describe the glory of the Guru. He is grandiloquent, almost:

सब धरती कागज करूँ, लेखनी सब बनराई
साथ समुद्र की मसीह करूँ, गुरु गुण लिखा ना जाए

Sab dharti kaagaj karun, lekhni sab banrai
Saath samudra ki masih karun, Guru gun likha na jaaye

Even if I made all of earth the paper, pens of all its trees
Sooty ink, the seven oceans... the Guru could not be described.


Clearly there is nothing to be said, except:

 नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्याम...