Trailanga The Treat/Wandering Shiva of Benaras!

There and here sits the swami trailang. He is as old and fat as his skin. Some say he is immortal; some won’t live with the thought. The ancient naked swami sits in benaras in quite contemplation, year after year…. century past another.
Trailanga is shiva in disguise, everyone mutters but no one dares speak in front of him. He is violent and silent, naked and a true treat to those who wouldn’t dawn the sheeps skin.
Trailanga was a saint who existed on the banks of the ganga, some years before he immersed himself with the flowing river in eternal samadhi. Disappearing into the water and reappearing just a moment later above the water floating and showing himself on the other shore to his devotees, so they knew he has not gone anywhere away from this chained web we call our reality, our world.
Trailanga was a nath and a power yogi, people used to try and test him and fail miserably… poisoning him and he like the innocent child shiva would convert the very same poison into honey for him and the effects of the karma would hit the lesser hearted person in turn, the english soldiers would try to put him behind bars for indecency, nudity and not obeying/heeding their orders and he would be again found wherever he wished to be.. no bars and jail could ever hold him. He was free and everywhere and he was constantly in shiva-consciousness, worshiping his shakti. In unison and joy. He was the child shiva. Ever free and seeking nothing from anyone.

Om Namacivaya- Trailanga in his power mode~
He was known to be fat (over 300 pounds) adding weight for his years in his current body (existing over 300 years), he did not speak to anyone. Even those he knew as his guru brothers or his masters disciples. He always remained one in silence, and those in his presence must have felt the same. People changed into gods near this saint. His spartan existence for eons has transcended so many souls into communion with the father shiva.
Lord Trailang was defiant, he worshipped as he pleased. He worshipped himself, but without the illusion of I from within. Trailanga was blunt and clairvoyant and he displayed no overt emotions though just a touch or a glance from him could send you into the world for which we are all meant for. The world of one; shiva consciousness. It would transform you into the saint and lover you deserve to be.
Trailang remains as the only person in the history of the world, who was able to enter and worship the holy shiva linga on the banks of benaraas – kashi vishawanatha with his own faeces. He worshipped with his own stool the linga which is supposedly the most powerful and holy on this earth. The pandits tried to stop him and he converted what they saw as his stool into flowers within a blink of the eye. He did this not as his own power, this is the power of shiva. Of eternal transmutation and power. It is a tale by itself, and everyone who saw this saint come into the temple and worship the shiva linga with turd, was amazed to see trailang laughing and embracing the shiva power there with abandon and such child like ness, they concluded that trailang was no more apart from shiva anywhere or anytime. He worshipped with anything and nothing and the power herein. The yogi remained in constant bliss of shiva consciousness and power. Its truly a feat worth mentioning!
Trailang is a treat to know and be, and you can call him with careless abandon time and again too. You see he is in the ether and the jasmine smelling of heavens and in plenty. Take time and sit with him on the banks of the holy ganga, and his spirit shall fly near you and you shall be set free from this world and its myriad illusions. The power of trailanga shiva still roams everywhere in this spider web of reality.
He roamed the ghats where the ganga took in the sins of the living and where she took in the burnt charred skins of the dead, and everywhere in between. He did not see like you and I. His focus, gaze and instant were defined by the power that this life/existence is (as best as it can be described with words)

Om Na Ma Ci Va Ya

Speaking in silence, trailang and shiva converse under the banyan tree of wisdom. There is no gravity, There is no air. Its not apart and its not come undone. Shiva speaks in absolute silence and trailang sits and laughs and jokes and cries for his lord. This is the sadhu who could transmute matter to energy and vice versa, This was the master who uttered a single syllable an entire decade. He cared not for his disciples and He was not himself ever again. Lord trailang remained in eternal embrace of his master nath in a world so gone~
Peace
(You can search for Trailang though not much information is available:
The wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trailanga_Swami)

Sai ~!~ Leela

Walking through days and weeks, Listening to things and people who don't matter; and I lose perspective; beating my head over the trivial headaches of man. Singing the blues like canned heat cause I am in the loss against 'the man'. No way that life is fair; and no way does it stand to be great. Its a grueling fight for survival from the cradle to the last day in the grave.
I am hope-less; and I dont see a friend in sight, who feels like i do/did. I have no lover to complain to and rest my weary head. The world caves in around me and I am left naked in the streets of apathy.
There was once a fire inside my heart, to conquer the world and myself. I lost it once i stepped in the ring of the human condition. It was too much for me to handle....
I went to shirdi. I dream of my dear mother and father. Sitting at the same place smoking a pipe between hard lips and eyes reddened to the core. Sai, when I look to you; you look back with an assurance which is real. Sai baba; the mystic saint and lover of the divine; you are my savior. You are my mother and father. My friend and foe; my melancholy on those days which depress my soul, and my elixir on the days where its all elevated.

You have been by my side; in my heart and my head. You are my lover and my guide. In times of need, i call to you; pray and coax you into doing my bid. You entertain your child as always. teaching me something so interesting and worth learning in the process. Something about your doings, and the way you lead your life; and the way I must lead mine too.
Sai, your leelas are too many to recount; you are present in every place and person who thinks of you with love, your photo, your paintings and your sayings. Your thought and yearning is all it takes for one to become your dasa for lifetimes together. Goto shirdi, where he lives still in the dhuni/fire of his. He is the true agni-hotri. Lover of the changing element. He is eternal and manifests through yugas, for the blessed and the mournful to let go, to get closure of this one experience of a life and then move on to celebrate godhood.

Read sai baba's stories, they are worth it. In any day and age, when you feel lonely and oppressed; down in dumps or just not worth it. Read what he did in a lifetime in India, He embraced every disease; took upon every misery of others, showed the right way to those who believed themselves to be superior to him- through silence and meekness. He showed anger and compassion (in the divine moods of his). He got high and didn't care for caste sex or creed. He laughed and shouted obscenities in one go. He is the master; He displayed to us fools over and over. He said without ego - follow me and you shall never worry. Come to my samadhi/grave/think about me and I will always show the way. I will always take care of my devotee~!
His love and endless compassion, his energy and power; His aura exudes in all spheres of my life. When I am foolish enough to forget his graceful presence; he picks me up and makes me see his face- in any and all places i could imagine, i have found sai; looking at me in such deep meditative smile. It just lifts me up; all of lifes pains and pressures, anger and angst, hate and survival instincts just melts away. I am uplifted into another world all together. He has been kind enough to show me the way to unity/advaitya time over to me, especially when I haven't asked or deserved the fruit.

Pray to sai, you dont need a room or a pose. You dont need a mantra or a yantra. You need to call his name, to see him in whoever you love/hold dear. he takes on forms and names constantly but he is every listening to his devotees' needs. He wont let you down, for you see; He knows that he and us are same, for him our puny troubles are nothing, yet he cares for when we are in trouble; the masters grace!!. His love is ever permeating; Sai baba is omniscient; omnipresent; omnipotent. True master of masters.

You dont need to believe, you dont need to circumnavigate an idol. You can be yourself and expand in love and unity. He will pull you to his feet and then you (like I) will realize that the day to day mundane lives we lead, lead by cowherd instincts towards every decision in life; is not a complete/holistic life, and it will only lead us to misery. When you don't need any of the worldly notions anymore; you have arrived at the sai's feet. He will take care of you. Make you a part of the world; working for good of others and never leaving your side.... I bow pray and sincerely thank my mother father lover and myself.

Sai Baba grace us with your presence
Your name and form takes over everywhere in the world and in the hearts of all
Everyone is now at your feet praying and rejoicing; placing garlands and showering you with petals
Singing and dancing at the divine leela which is your essence master. Everyone is making the world a living shirdi.
Your samadhi is our hearts. Your eyes piercing and annihilating all ignorance. Your reign supreme has just begun.
'Ya Sai'  we shout in our divine merry making; we are blessed indeed to have a master of the self like you !

Peace Be Upon All
Sai Baba Loves All

SABKA MALIK EK

SAI NATHA

Walking Free..

On the vast desert of hopelessness, sufi shamz tabrizi walks the path bare, the sun has pronounced us guilty and the earth sways each day closer to the clutches of the soul of the solar system...
Tabriz what is heard about him, the god who shakes his matted hair and the earth spins out of control, the true ardent sufi gaze to cure disease and misfortune,
shamz makes it all happen, with the love outpouring a thousand fold, to and back through each vein of this cosmos, shamz the sufi of agelessness, is humble.
There are disasters which the soul heads towards, if the life is not at the hands of a guru, a teacher wise and simple, whose life is a model itself to live completely,
Brothers and lovers, ye shall unite in the name of allah, the one merciful god of heaven and earth. Of the eons which have passed and which shall be endured, the name and love towards emancipation will sweeten the final reward,

Be a martyr unto yourself, kill all those experiences which cast a dual nature on your way, the truth so simple and profound says shamz the lover, Path is one, and the goal is truly one, when the path and goal are united the unity spreads to each and every moment... take heed; live your life sincere and for the love of the fellow being.
Shamz raises his stick and the earth stops, the gravity pulls him closer to the solar aura,. the venerable god listens to shamz intently for the one who is the creator is the very same as shamz in human flesh and bone.
Sun relentless wishes you to be ash as soon as possible, where is the wisdom to wait and see, the grace to just be.. humanity wishes itself to be something which it can never be? whos kidding whom, the slow doom that we are headed towards, is the last straw in the stranger scheme of things....
The lord fakir knows each and every detail, of the happening in this life and the next, visions of love over power him every time he opens his eyes.... some things like the nectar of sweet emancipation may better be experienced that defined.
The tower of night, the yogi of discipline; shams-e-tabrizi walks on the water, the canal which feeds ignorance, he looks neither here nor there, the sufi is the sweet wind, cooling refreshing, the spiral of life incomplete without the mystic lover shams... How many lifetimes will you take to show your real face oh master; the world mundane knows nothing but what is vain, fakir destroy the minds of those who see not unity. love them and banish them and love them more, so they get to feel what your beating heart has been trying to tell for millenia.
Inside the quiet cave, sits the fire worshiper, the dhuni lit for the night, you retire to your beds while the fakir baba returns back to the castle of silence, the re union, the yogi sleeps neither day nor night.
The use of mystic in the disruption of what you felt is real, is the crux of this.... Mystic lovers like shams will I believe care to differ, they are the silence and complete union of allah and the lover. I see duality in every single moment of my life, where nothing is related, nothing is permanent... I wish to follow the path of the master who walks endlessly in silence, levitated thoughts from beyond come rolling out from his tongue in between burning the dhuni further, and ever higher...
Listen child, he would tell me first and foremost, how you feel in your moment is the indicator which you can follow to complete satisfaction for the soul, things which peer passion through your body and mind are the ones which will also free you.. The elixir brew is the one that keeps the soul content, it is called soma and then some, a simple drink to finish you, seal you and make you another person  altogether
Shams never pondered, the true baba-ji that he is, take the walking stick and point, walking in silence the walker and the path merge into one, the mirage becomes alive, real and completely un-defined.
The charisma the love of the sufi towards the one malik of this creation and else, this is spirit talking through mortal flesh, how strong is the will to create unity, amongst chaos, amongst the stench of death (i prefer to say things as they should be- to call a complete change in perspective)
Love creates the will, it generates an entire episode of life altogether, the heart opens gates to the love, its not where the physical heart is, but closer still.. the chakra is all powerful, ever indulging towards an embrace.


Peace