I offer my obeisance to you Rev. Sri. Sri. Om Swamiji🙏🕉 Wishng you a very Happy and Blessed Birthday . Divine Sri. Hari Bless you with good health, love, joy, grace and peace abundant 💐

Grace is felt in your presence as a powerful encouraging truth that overflows with eternal loving kindness. Your simplicity and teachings marks an everlasting essence enabling an  expansion of a glowing  heart that remains in humbling serving others in endless  capacities.

I have always admired and felt your presence in your writings and teachings that carry Guru’s Grace and wisdom, a Parental  Love and Touch  and Grandma’s Care of kind inspiring tales. Keep gracing us ever and ever🙏🕉
Happy Birthday to you, the Soulful Buddha of our times🙏

I would like to share a true story on kindness( it’s good to follow your sweet footsteps 😊) and gift you a kind sweet, light moment with this story today🙏


A True Story .. “The Shared World” verbatim.

“November 18, 2015 ·

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.

“Help”, said the flight service person. “Talk to her”. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.

“Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee?”

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—

she stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.

She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the

following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, only, just a bit late.

“Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him”.

We called her son and I spoke with him in English.

I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian

poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a

sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,

the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same

powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies!

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African

American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—

She had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing…With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,

this is the world I want to live in. “The shared world”.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.

This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

– Naomi Shihab Nye

..post by Leola Perez ..

This story moved me, made me cry and smile at the same time for it consolidated this sweet feel that, Love , care and kindness ever embraces us as “The Supreme Force” of our very existence .Loving kindness is the hidden universal language and we flow in it wholeheartedly when we become one with it and practice the same living it moment to moment . We truly feel the richest in pure giving.

In your beautiful words…

“And that’s the thing, you see – when I talk about kindness, I’m not simply saying you should be kind to others. That comes a step later. First, you must be grateful to those who are kind to you.

No matter how small an act of kindness may be on the other’s part, if you don’t hold back in expressing your gratitude, if you deeply appreciate what they have done or are trying to do, you will be bringing a lifelong positive change in the other person’s life. This will not only help them and yourself, but also the whole world.

                 Also being kind to the ones who are truly deprived goes and grows graciously in a long way. When you give the best you have to someone in need, it translates into something much deeper to the receiver. It means they are worthy. If it’s not good enough for you, it’s not good enough for those in need either. Giving the best you have does more than feed an empty belly – it feeds the soul.

~Om Swami
Rev. Swamiji 🙏Grace us always with your eternal encouragement in loving kindness and guide us with  immeasurable Spiritual riches that ground us to remain gentle with the self, leading to “The Soul Truth” and creating and living a better world.
Bless All🙏

Jai Sri Hari🙏Jai Sri Maa🙏🕉🌺

Koti Koti Naman🙏

Siddhika Umesh

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