GURUVAAR PRARTHNA - 16/02/2017
Our Beloved Sadguru Sainath, please accept our humble prayers on this Holy Day of Guruvaar. Baba, we do Sai Nama Japa as it is of the highest worth and virtue, we reach the Abode Divine, we abides in the Name Divine, it cuts all attachments, it fulfills all hopes and aspirations, it alleviate all miseries, and sorrows, it redeems one and all, it solves all difficulties and problems, it is the hall mark of a true servant of the Lord, it is for the benefit of one and all. Baba, now onwards 'Om Sai Sri Sai Jaya Jaya Sai' is our taraka mantra and our lifeline. On this holy day, we start our prayers by reading Your divine guidance from Shri Sai Samartha Satcharitra.
Shirdi had become a holy place, the holiest of holies, because of Baba. Day and night there was a flow of devotees who were pious and desirous of acquiring merit.
In all the ten directions, people bore witness to the Kalpavraksha in the form of Sai, manifesting in Shirdi, through personal experience or that of others.
He regarded the rich and the poor alike and with inconceivable skill ensured the welfare of the devotees.
Oh, what a pure affectionate nature! His natural wisdom andhis extreme brotherhood (uniform treatment of all)! Blessed is the one who experienced it!
Sometimes he is silent and that itself is a long lecture on Brahman. Sometimes when he is surrounded by the devotees, he is the Supreme Energy, the cloud of happiness.
Sometimes his speech is full of deep and secret meaning. Sometimes he talks humourously; and some other times he gives up indirectness and is outspokenly angry.
Sometimes he reveals inner feelings; sometimes he is controlled; sometimes he speaks openly and bluntly – thus he preaches different things, in different ways, to different people.
Such is Sai Samartha's pattern of behaviour – beyond the powers of the mind, intellect and speech. His deeds cannot be grasped – they are unexpected, incomprehensible and sudden.
Our longing to see his face, to talk with him and hear his 'leelas' was never satisfied. Still, we were overflowing with joy.
One could count the drops of rain; tie the wind in a leather bag3; but how can one measure his powers!
I bow down to Sree Ganesh
I bow down to Sree Saraswati
I bow down to the Guru
I bow down to the Family Deity
I bow down to Sree Sita-Ramachandra
I bow down to Sree Sadguru Sainath.
Sarveshaam Svaastir Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Shaantir Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Poornam Bhavatu
Sarveshaam Mangalam Bhavatu
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanteeh