At Home With Faith

“You, estranged from yourself,

Short-sighted turtle looking for home,

Be home to yourself.” – Norita Dittberner-Jay 

Growing up as a child, I was at home in the faith tradition of orthodox Hinduism followed by my parents.  Every time I remember my childhood home, I can hear the tinkling bells from the prayer room accompanied by the voice of my father chanting sacred Vedic texts, wafts of incense perfume filling the home along with mum’s cooking smells.  I also hear the regular chanting of groups of people gathered to celebrate various religious occasions – one in particular, Maha Shivrathri – worshiping of Lord Shiva, a tradition that still continues among my brothers.

These rituals gave me a sense of belonging to a tribe, and the security that a tribal belonging gives is vital for healthy development.  I did not know then whether that faith tradition fitted me well, nor did I know that would be even a question to raise at all.  It was a trusting acceptance of what was offered which created a very external relationship with God.

At the same time I was growing up with friends who belonged to other faith traditions.  As I had a firm sense of belonging, I was able to readily accept the others’ faith as equal to mine and never would even think of questioning the different practices. My faith at that point was that of blind acceptance and obedience, which did not estrange me from myself but then I didn’t know who I am either or where and what true home is.

As an adult settling into life, one can get estranged from faith completely forming allegiances to different tribes like sporting clubs, academics, work related, consumerist traditions or even the extremes of belonging to tribes that support addiction of all sorts from alcohol to drugs. This is an attempt to find a home, a sense of belonging.

Conversely, one can become more blindly steeped in faith, driven by the desire to meet and allay the fears of living, whether it be health, money or children and family. Faith becomes a bargaining tool – “ I will offer You X, if You grant me Y” – kind of a transaction based relationship with God.

My faith was in this latter category for a long time after I left my childhood home.  Whilst there was faith in my own capabilities to make a living, there was no sense of who I was or where I belonged, particularly after leaving the comforting and familiar sounds, sights and smells of where you come from originally and attempt to settle in a land that is different right down to the color of my skin let alone habits, culture and traditions.

Faith can and will take a major turn along with the changing circumstances and crucial mile stones of life – either one becomes fanatically fundamental, fearfully religious or abandon every known aspect of their own faith and attempt to adapt to the borrowed popular culture.  This only removes one further and further away from oneself.

At this point it is vital to embrace Faith as a verb of Trust – a trust not just in the capabilities and skills that one has to make a living but a trust in oneself as a limb of the universe along with all the branches that emerge from one solid trunk rooted firmly into the ground.

How is that trust possible without developing an individual relationship with faith and deeply examine own beliefs grown out of the tribal culture?  How can we develop a relationship with ourselves so we have a better fit with our inner self and soul?

These became the questions for me as I was actively seeking to understand faith and my belonging.  Fortunately for me, I found a trustworthy place for my soul – mind you, it initially started as belonging to a tribe that does familiar things like devotional singing and chanting.  I still continue those practices but as I progress with the teachings, I understand that Faith is nothing but ‘Love in Action’.

Love in Action includes extending love and acceptance to myself as much as I would to others, knowing that I am but a branch of a tree rooted to the ground or that I am one of the many stars hanging from the same sky. This knowledge helped me grow my sense of belonging with my inner self which is but the piece of the sky or the trunk of the tree.

I can totally relate to Poet Hafiz’s beautiful poem ‘No More Leaving’


Some point

Your relationship

With God


Become like this

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

God will climb into

Your pocket.

 You will simply just take



When I simply just take myself along with God in my pocket, Faith becomes an act of surrender to the greater knowing within, a trust in the universe that gives a sense of belonging, being at home with myself  or as Sharon Salzberg says – A Homing Instinct.

What or where is your Faith?

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari




Caught in the

Silken threads of

Life’s cobweb

Wishing, wanting;

Grieving, worrying;

Clinging and clutching.

Mind, Oh! Mind,

Are you ever satisfied?

When in company

You pine for lone time;

When alone

You crave for company.

Mind, Oh! Mind,

Are you ever content?


Do you not know

That these silk threads are

Meandering waters

Dark and muddy

Churning on themselves

Etching deep

Into the being,

Racing towards


A shimmering falsity –

A shifting mirage?


Mind, Oh! Mind,

When will you realise that

In stopping and not churning

can you reflect

the vastness

that lights you and the mirage?

How Aware Are You of Your Breathing?


Deep, Shallow

In & Out

Expand, Contract

Gentle or Harsh

As it goes in giving life, breath is one common thing that all living creatures have regardless of species, gender, color, caste and creed.

Breath is in-discriminatory in nature although it manifests differently in each,  given their circumstance, situation and feelings in any given moment.

Breath – the fundamental necessity that distinguishes between life and death, an involuntary but completely taken granted for, until no more – A vital component which determines if you can move or not, if your existence is guaranteed or not – that vital component that absolutely determines and makes my mark on this planet – is so taken for granted.

You assure myself that because you can breathe now, you can in the next minute as well.  You act as if it is seamless and yet between each breath lies your life’s guarantee, your story can be finished between exhale and inhale.  Flared out lungs may not necessarily contract in and yet you act as though they have come with a promissory note.  Well they did.

The day you were born, your lungs had a time stamped on them, a ‘best before’, or a ‘use by’ date that only the hands that printed on them can see, a shelf life that is predetermined and yet can go off any minute.

Do you need to know the exact date to determine how to live today or is it enough for you to know that there is an expiry date that could be as soon as between next inhale and exhale or as late as a billion or trillion or countless exhales later?

Countless breaths in your mind yet a count has begun with your first exhale the day you were born.

So how are you to live with this awareness?

Every breath in writes a memory only to be etched deeper with every breath out.  A whole of eternity will pass halfway between exhaling at the last breath.

The tiny space between the in and out is where the world is held as memories. There is no good or bad, no right or wrong, just life coming in and going out,  bringing with it stories that create memories.

When you penetrate into the space between the two breaths, you accept that pain and pleasure are inseparable, you cannot have one without the other.  In that acceptance life flows.  That is the truth about your need to tell our story unfolding today in its struggles and triumphs.

In Out, Expand, Contract – you need to focus only on expansion.  An expansion painted on the waves of life only guaranteed until the next gushing in tide which may or may not arrive.

So how do you treat your breath? Do you take it for granted or are you consciously aware of each in and out?

It is difficult to be in that constant awareness, but a few minutes spent in silence every couple of hours during the waking time, just becoming aware of the breath and being thankful for it, brings things back into perspective.

What practice can you establish to become aware of your breath and give thanks to its presence?

Do tell me……….

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari

What Are You Desiring?


A beautiful poem by 13th century poet Matchild of Magdeburg inspired me to question myself. I will post the poem in here as well.

What am I desiring? What are you desiring?

Are you desiring comfort, security, safety, guarantee of existence through material, impermanent stuff?

Are you desiring comfort, security, safety, guarantee of existence through your relationships with others who are desiring the same?

Are you desiring pain free, suffering less life through these impermanent and materialistic relationships to things and people?

We all desire the same but with different intensity and focus. I know I do.


Somewhere in that web of desires, there is a pocket that is craving for happiness and peace for self and family.

No matter how trapped we think we are in the big web of relationships to things and people, ultimately we are all desiring to be in that tiny pocket of the massive web – the pocket that quivers wildly every now and then as the breeze of the Divine touches it asking to break free from the rest of web and join with it so our love can be perfected free from the web of pain and suffering.

Isn’t that the journey we are actually on? A desire to create and enjoy lasting happiness and peace for us?

But that desire is buried under the layers of our immediate desires.  What is your immediate desire that masquerades the real desire?

I know my immediate desire is to break free from the intense egoistic attachments that make me feel indispensable.

If I stop thinking I am indispensable to my family and not anticipate every need of its members and provide in advance, while reeling in the need for recognition, resenting that feeling at the same time, then, perhaps, I can understand the real desire behind the desire – a desire to be happy, to be free, to be peaceful, to be – just TO BE.

What is stopping me from doing that? The egotistic me that thinks I am needed/wanted/required by others to lead their lives.  Really?

Truth is – They do and they don’t – need me, want me and require me.

I certainly don’t need that  for my existence.  Oh what a blow to my ego? What would I be if I am not a wife, mother, sister, daughter to someone? Who would I be if don’t have those roles to define myself and identify with? How am I to derive happiness and feel the love without playing a role?

Do I desire to be in these roles in order to perfect my love?  Is that the only way I can experience love – in relationship to something?  A love that can easily turn into a dislike or even hatred – is that real love? or is it a desire to protect my identity that is changing constantly? Can I detach from that clingy desire that makes me forget who I truly am…

Divine love

Metchild of Magdeburg (1207> – 1282> or 1297?) in her poem “God Speaks to the Soul” says

“And God said to the Soul:
I desired you before the world began.
I desire you now
As you desire me.
And where desire of two come together
There love is perfected”

So what am I desiring then?  Do I really desire to come together with Divine to perfect my love? Not consciously.  My desire and I am sure yours too is to live in this day to day life with that perfect partner, lover, child, sibling etc., who will exactly reciprocate our love the way we give.

In that desire arises the unrecognized competition that says – I have given, why can’t you give back in exact proportion and intensity?  Is that a sustainable desire that will help perfect love or find lasting happiness?

When the desire of two coming together is laced with expectations and attachments – it cannot last nor can that love be perfected.

Well the answer, at least, theoretically would be – I AM…


Every word I fill in after that I AM… is a role I created in this drama of attachment and entanglement of desires I play.  All I need really is to be aware of those roles i fill in whilst rooted in my being ‘I Am.’

If my prime desire to fill in the blank after I AM is LOVE – how would I behave? Worth trying?

When I AM LOVE, my desire would be to merge with that LOVE and that is the only desire I am born with to fulfill.  Every other desire in this journey is a stepping stone to recognize that true desire for which we are born.

As the poet Kabir said

My body is flooded
With the flame of Love.
My soul lives in
A furnace of bliss.

Love’s fragrance
Fills my mouth,
And fans through all things
With each outbreath.”

Can we desire for that perfect LOVE only and break free from the trapped web of attachments and expectations?

What do you think? Is it easy, worth trying? Would love to hear your thoughts…

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari






My Gift To You….

Hello Everyone,
Last day of 2016 and it is that time of the year, when we all actively reflect over the last 364 days and reset our hopes and aspirations for the coming year. We generally tend to set goals for the year ( I know I do) and attempt to see through them as the year continues (unsuccessfully most of the time)
I have read somewhere recently (sorry didn’t take note at that time) to set intentions for the year in all small increments rather than setting sweeping goals that cannot/will not be achieved. This made sense to me.
So I have prepared a 52 week Intentions Schedule Planner 2017 in order to achieve Well-Being in all the 5 personality domains – Physical, Intellectual, Emotional, Social and Spiritual domains.  More on this in a later post.
Weekly intention setting and weekly check in will hopefully keep us motivated and stay focused to make the changes in all the personality domains. It also allows us to reset as required.
Attached below is the “Intentions Schedule Planner 2017” – my gift to all of you (you may or may not chose to use it, entirely up to you) This planner can also be used as an accountability tool with your family and friends.
You may wish to use it digitally or print and fill.  Call me archaic in the digital age but personally I feel inspired to use Pen and paper (there is actually a proven scientific reason why Pen and Paper is better), but it is entirely up to you.
Watch this space – I am planning to be more active on this blog and bring you podcasts and youtube videos on topics of ‘Practical Spirituality’  Please let me know if you have any specific topics in  mind.
Thank you very much for all your love and support through the year. I really appreciate it.
May 2017 bring you all the joy and prosperity that you deserve, need and want.
Until next time
With Love and Respect
Padma Ayyagari

I AM….

If we don’t have anything to mull over about the past and get caught in the cycle of guilt & shame mostly, laced with pride and satisfaction occasionally or think about future with worry, anticipation and hope, mixed with anxiety and fear sometimes – what have we got to say in the present moment?

Nothing really. Only experiencing remains – experiencing the constantly rising, surging and receding waves of thoughts – the waters of past and future.

5 AM…If I remain still and notice, I hear the crickets drone and the rooster from the neighbor’s backyard, the fridge humming, my neck bones creaking, my left shoulder hurting, the silence I am surrounded and cocooned in intercepted by the soft clicking of the keys on the laptop as I am typing these thoughts.

In this present moment silence, there is a recognition of my solidity as well as the fluid awareness of the ‘I’ that is making these observations quietly noticing everything – alert and present. There is no emotion in this state – only a deep calm interjected by next sentence rising in my mind to be penned.
I am aware of myself as well as my surrounds, far and near. My mind is trying desperately to create a particular chain of thought, but as soon as a thought is arising to a certain height, it is popping like a bubble. There is the recognition of a thought arising. I have nothing to say, nothing to worry about, nothing to look forward to either – I am quiet, calm and rested in this deep echo in my heart of “I AM” – that’s it. “I AM” is the only reality – anything added after the ‘AM’ is the drama that we play on the screen of this world.

“Is this a thought regurgitated from acquired knowledge?” asks my mind, unable to comprehend that it has no hold on me and not carrying me away.

“No!” says the Awareness. “I acknowledge your existence, but you, my mind, are in my control and I will only use you to continue to make you know that I am in charge. I decide when you can or cannot talk through your thoughts. I have to use you for me to know who I am, but I will use you with full awareness and not let you cover me like storm clouds and take over. You may have hopes, desires, wishes, worries, frustrations, fears and anxieties, but ‘I’ am not them.

“I AM…” – anything after that is you jumping up and down with your theatrics. My mind! I own you and not the other way around. I am the charioteer, you are the horse drawing the chariot at my command, in a direction and speed I choose, and so I will know and live in that recognition that “I AM…”

Why We Need To Write New Prayers Urgently

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I was at the site of Three Sisters in Blue Mountains at Katoomba last week.  It was a perfect autumn day only a couple of degrees warmer than the April average. The place was brimming with weekend tourists who came to enjoy the spectacular beauty of nature and capture those moments forever, to tick off the bucket list.  People were crowding onto the vantage points that will give the perfect backdrop with their iPhone cameras stuck on selfie sticks.  Loud chatter and laughter crudely intercepting and disturbing the deep silence echoing from the surrounding mountains and the thick forest below.  The human sounds were quickly absorbed by the vastness of these magnificent structures – millions of years old – rugged, jagged, carved as they took in zillions of stories thrown at them – noisy stories of awe, wonder, marvel, preoccupation etc.

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What is the urgency we experience to vocalize our feelings?  Is it because the sheer beauty takes our breath away? or is it because we are afraid that we won’t remember if we don’t audibly gasp? Or is it because we are so competitive that we have to one up the others in our expressions?

Anyway, I was surrounded by all that when all I wanted to do was absorb the silent strength emanating from the Three Sisters that stood facing the sheer flat walls of the other mountains like they were in the witness stand in the court facing the jury.

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My husband put in $ 2.00 into the binoculars and we had a closer look at the three independent monuments standing almost holding hands to support each other so they can withstand the jury.  Why were these three peaks separated from the rest?  The $2.00 ran out within thirty seconds.

I turned around from the binoculars and started walking to another spot to get a different view.  As I was walking there, I saw in one corner of the railing was a lady in a hijab, knelt on a  newspaper, hands folded, eyes closed.  I saw that she had a newspaper pinned to the railing creating a blank wall between her and the vision beyond of the majestic mountain range.

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She was performing her afternoon duty as called by her religion.  People were walking around her, falling silent out of respect as they went past her.  Nobody gave a second glance.  The sun was shining brilliantly and the skies were crystal clear blue.  There was a slight breeze which made the day very pleasant.

I was dumbstruck.  May be I am judgmental.  Whilst I admire and respect her discipline to maintain a prayer regime to specifically connect with God at certain times regardless of circumstances as called by her Religion or any other Religious mandates for that matter, I  couldn’t stop thinking to myself – ‘Open your eyes lady, Is your God only behind those closed eyes in that blank paper?  Is God not around you staring back at you through the soft ruggedness of this wilderness, through the jagged edges of the rough yet smooth, strong big mountains?  Why is there a need to show your piety to something special than what you are surrounded by?  Drink it in with all your senses, merge with it, blend through it.  Don’t separate yourself from God surrounding you.’

Is human love towards Divine so compartmentalized and so selective that we are capable of ignoring the Divine present all around us and instead worship our chosen form of God or formless God (as per our religious affiliation) with selected verses of prayer handed down to us that begs to relieve the pain we cause to ourselves through our ignorance?

How can we show reverence to our chosen form of Divine and worship that but not worship Her creation manifest in everything we enjoy through our senses?

How can we close our eyes to that fact that we are part of this creation  that is screaming Divinity in its majesty?

Walking along the trail that led to the watching deck on one of the Three Sisters, I noticed tossed coke cans and plastic rubbish littering the base of the trees below.

Are we so filled with self-importance that we have the need to leave our presence  in disturbingly contrasting colors of red and white against the surrounded hues of various shades of green and brown?

Do we have to so loudly proclaim our separate identity?  What is this arrogance that forces us to think we are superior in front of the mightiness that is standing so humbly?

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My heart ached for those peeks that are grandly displaying that – In silence there is strength; In humility there is mightiness; In witnessing there is compassionate understanding.

When do we learn to stop isolating God with a calcified reverence as that with a distinct form, shape and thought created by our narrow minds, there to answer our specific prayers to preserve our mortality?

Do we have the capacity like the mountains to let the tears of our pain erode the tough edges of our personality recognizing the oneness in all and thus becoming softly carved beauties of compassion?

How do we constantly remember that God has created ‘us’, ‘them’ and ‘it’ as well.  Is there an inch of space on this planet where God is  NOT present?

How do we get there?

When we live with complete awareness that God is ‘in me, below me, above me, behind me, next to me, and around me’ wouldn’t we be living with reverence witnessing the pain and pleasure carrying principles with equanimity and discernment, separating the actor from the actions, recognizing the Divine in the actor whilst playing the role allocated in the drama to act on the actions?

To live in that complete awareness, we need a new prayer.

What would that new prayer be?

It would be asking ourselves with total honesty and purity for a felt understanding and knowing that we are part of the mighty mountains and the deep oceans, that we are the same elements that make the nature around us and all the sentient beings in it.

We need to repeatedly ask of ourselves to recognize and accept with an urgency that the ‘Sacred’ is in us as much as is in everything and everyone else.

This acceptance and understanding and the continuous reminder as a result of the new prayer will help us to live as  compassionate witnesses of the Sacred – grandly playing the dichotomies of life.  Our reverence will then be alive all the time under all circumstances – not reserved to select time and space bound ideas of Divinity and its worship.

Let us write that prayer and live it with a sense of urgency because in there lies the power of transformation.

Here is an example of such prayer I came across even as I was finishing writing this piece – Synchronicity – you bet.  Here it is by Nadia Colburn from the On Being blog

“At the Shopping Mall

Dear God, teach me how to



Teach me that you live not

only in the open field,

the birds singing at first dawn,

but also in the concrete

parking lot

of the Everett Mall, in the

neon lights of Old Navy,

in the wires crossing the open


above me,

Teach me in sadness and anger

in frustration and fear.

The cars speed down the


Their tires spin, spin.

There is so much

work to do.  So much activity.

Dark oil flows over the land

as over a great Greek feast.

Teach me

how to praise your whole body.”

Yes, we need to learn how to pray not just to praise the whole body of God, but to recognize God in the whole of creation including in us and in every being in it.

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari


Who Is In Charge?


It’s 5 AM.  I am sitting in front of a blank page not knowing what to write.  I don’t want to do the usual – pour out the events of yesterday, nor do I want to write about what I have to do and how I am not doing it etc., so, what remains to be said – really? Nothing.

If we don’t have anything to mull over about the past and get caught in the cycle of guilt and shame mostly, laced with pride and satisfaction occasionally, or, think about future with worry, anticipation, hope mixed with anxiety and fear sometimes – what have we got to say in the present moment – nothing really.  Only experiencing remains – experiencing the constantly surging and receding waves of thoughts rising – the waters of past and future.

I remain still – I hear the crickets drone in the distance and the rooster’s wake up call from the neighbor’s backyard, fridge humming, my neck bone creaking, left shoulder hurting.  I hear the silence I am surrounded and cocooned in, interrupted by the soft squishing of the pen on the paper that I am writing on.

In this present moment silence, there is an awareness of my solidity as well as the awareness of the ‘I’ that is making these observations quietly, noticing everything, alert and present.  There is no emotion in this state – only a deep calm interjected by next sentence rising in mind to be penned.

I am aware of myself.  My mind is desperately trying to create a particular chain of thought, but as soon as a thought is arising to a certain height, it is popping noiselessly like a bubble.  There is a recognition of a thought arising.  I have nothing to say, nothing to worry about, nothing to look forward to either. I am quiet, calm and rested in this deep echo in my heart of “I Am” – that’s it.

“I Am” is the only reality – anything added after the ‘am’ is the drama that we play on the screen of this world.

“Is this a thought regurgitated from acquired knowledge?” – asks my mind, unable to comprehend that it has no hold on  me and not carrying  me away.

“No.” says the awareness.  ‘I ‘ acknowledge your existence, but you my mind, are in my control and ‘I’ will only use you to continue to make you know that ‘I’ am in control.  ‘I’ decide when you can or cannot talk through your thoughts.  ‘I’ have to use you for  me to know who ‘I Am’, but ‘I’ will use you with full awareness and not let you cover me like storm clouds and take over.  You may have hopes, desires, wishes, worries, frustrations, anxieties etc. but ‘I’ am not part of them.

“I AM..” anything after that is you jumping up and down like a drunken monkey with your theatrics.  ‘I’ own you and not the other way around.  ‘I’ am the charioteer, you are the horse drawing the chariot at my command, in a direction and speed that ‘I’ choose from now on, so you will know and live in the recognition that “I” the eternal witness –  “I” am in charge.

My Homage And My Pledge


I pay homage today to a larger than life phenomenon knowing that my words would fail to fully convey what I am feeling.

On this 90th Birthday of Sri Sathya Sai Baba, I offer my humble tribute to the tireless efforts of a Loving Divinity that walked on this earth physically for 85 years.  His clarion call to “Love all, Serve All; Help Ever, Hurt Never” reverberated from a tiny hamlet of Puttaparthi in South India – a dot that was not on the world map, a village so remote once upon a time, that access to it was through many means of transportation including a walk through the sands of Chitravathi River.

That call to Love that started 76 years ago when He was a mere lad of 14 now has spread through in 123 countries in the world, touching millions of people directly and indirectly.

I heard that call 3 times before I took serious note of it, once in 1969, once in 1983 and finally in 1993.

22 years later I am ready to not only receive but live the call for Love fully, openly and humbly, grateful to have found it, knowing that I will never fully understand or fathom its power but craving to be enveloped and anchored in its simplicity of living and loving the LOVE that is omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient.

That LOVE continues to show the way to a Peaceful, Truthful living with Righteous Conduct that ultimately leads to Non-Violence in Thought, Word and Deed.

How can I ever pay homage to the LOVE that

  • Is pervading and patiently persuasive in its eagerness to show the way?
  • Demonstrated tirelessly for over 7 decades what love is all about, without taking a break?

Is it possible even to think that I can understand or fathom the depths of that LOVE that shone purely in its simplicity and was brighter than a thousand suns?

Is it humanly possible to peer into the depths of those loving eyes that saw everyone in their naked vulnerability and yet love them to their core?

Can I hide from a pervading force that is embedded in every cell and atom of everything that seem to operate from that Force?

No, it is not humanly possible for me to understand that so I will not attempt to analyse.

I will just allow myself to be enveloped in the arms of that gentle LOVE with total acceptance and through that touch I will come to know that LOVE enveloping me is already in me and is not separate from me.  It is in me, around me, in front and back, above and below, always in all ways.

When I understand this, I have understood the LOVE that walked this earth even though no longer physically present in  a form, is very much present in all the deep recesses of every living atom that is being guided and driven by it.

I pay homage to that LOVE which physically embodied as Sathya Sai Baba and walked on this earth to show and tell what loving is all about, what life is and to wake up and recognize that I am that LOVE, You are that LOVE, we all are that LOVE which manifests in a variety of colors, forms, shapes, sizes, smells and tastes, so we all can enjoy its varied flavors.

I pay homage to Sathya Sai Baba who made it possible for me to recognise that, not only recognize but to live with LOVE as an anchor that moors me solid in the flowing waters of life so I can become a resting place for the restless passers-by.

The ultimate tribute I can pay to Him is to make my life that resting place to others as He is to me. 

I can only do that if I become Love in Action like He showed through His life.

Today on His 90th Birthday, I pledge that I will put my heart and soul in to practicing and living His message of Love every minute of every day, which means, I will see Him in every one.

I can only do that if I make My Life HIS MESSAGE which is LOVE.

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari




Is HOPE Whispering In Your Ears?

My favourite spot of reflection

Hope whispers in my ear that I needn’t worry about kids, family, money, health, future and even world.  “Don’t Worry..” she says, “I am here alive in your heart and carry you through your worries.  ‘Forgetting’ is the magic dust I sprinkle on you. As you sweetly slip in to your dreamworld, I whisper gently and promise that I will hold your hands through the night and fill your world with dreams that help you wake up fresh and bright eyed.”

As life started closing in with all its worries, I was not convinced of these gentle whispers of Hope and needed more assurances from her.

Hope did not give up and continued to whisper in my ear that

  • She is here to make the world a better place by inspiring people to have visions that will not shatter with their current realities,
  • She is the bedrock of all visions and
  • She is an angel from God installed in every human heart no matter how flickering she might be in there.

Hope told me to tell you

  • To not give up,
  • To hold on as all pain comes to an end,
  • That Hope cannot be kicked out so easily
  • That she will linger as long as you dream even faintly against your reality.

Hope is the sun shining even when clouds are covering it up.  She asks us to remember that just as we feel a guarantee that there will be sunshine after heavy rains, there will be Hope even as despair tries to cover us up.  All she needs is half an acknowledgment from us and she is ready to run with us, leading us.

This is what Hope told me today.

She says that she is the next breath of fresh air that enters you – all you need to do is to pause, remember and inhale her deeply and she will light that lamp in your heart.

So, please lend her your ear and she will fill you with most divine melodies that you ever heard.

As Poet Lisel Mueller says –


It hovers in dark corners

before the lights are turned on,

it shakes sleep from its eyes

and drops from mushroom gills,

it explodes in the starry heads

of dandelions turned sages,

it sticks to the wings of green angels

that sail from the tops of maples.

It sprouts in each occluded eye

of the many-eyed potato,

it lives in each earthworm segment

surviving cruelty,

it is the motion that runs

from the eyes to the tail of a dog,

it is the mouth that inflates the lungs

of the child that has just been born.”

Will you allow Hope to whisper in your ear? What is she saying? Can you hear her?


Hope is the Oxygen in the next breath you take

Fill your lungs with it – you won’t regret. 

Pause…..Relax….Breathe….deeply and fully. 

Do not let despair take over and constrict your lungs.

Fill them with Hope.

Inhale ‘Hope’ the Life Saver.

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari

Inhale ‘Hope’ the Life Saver.

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari