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Kali Kali Āraṣavatahe Hari, Kali Kali Āraṣavatahe. Suno Sakhi Satguru Garayā, Kali Kali Āraṣavatahe. Āj Sajjana Satguru Balayā, Kali Kali Āraṣavatahe. Śrī Deep Nārāyaṇa Bhagavān Kī Jai. Viśva Guru Mahāmandir Svāmī Śrī Svāmī Maheśvarānandajī Ā. This is a beautiful bhajan written by Swāmī Śrī Lālā Nānjī, a disciple of Mahāprabhujī. It expresses how a devotee feels, the indescribable joy, when Satguru Dev comes to our door. You know, knowledge cannot be weighed in kilograms. Endless happiness, joy, or love cannot be measured in centimeters. A nekonečnou lásku, štěstí a radost nemůžeme poměřit na centymetry. If love is pure and selfless, it is limitless. If there is selfishness, then it is limited. That which we call selfish and narrow-minded—pride, greed, and rudeness—is confined. But those who possess that pure love, whether they are humans, plants, the ocean, animals, or birds, experience something immeasurable. Imagine you have a garden with many beautiful little plants, including grass. There are weeds, and there is no rain. Everything is drying up. We also have no water; our wells are dry. The water source is very little. In such a situation, governments in many countries announce a water ban: no water for gardening, for washing cars, for washing this or that. This happens in many countries, especially in Australia. Isn't that true, Devpurījī? He doesn't dare say no. It is true. So, when it is so dry and suddenly the rain comes—na jednou přijde déšť—can you imagine the joy, the happiness of those plants? Dovedete si představit tu radost, to štěstí těch rostlin? New life, brother. New life. Joyful. Radostlý. And the very next day, they give you new leaves. A hned druhého dne vám dají nové lístky. The leaves that were hanging down turn upward. Ulta phul khile sunme—there is a bhajan by Mahāprabhujī about yoga nidrā, "Ulta phul." The flower hangs like this, but when you give it that energy, love, water, then that hanging flower turns again and thanks your God. We think, "Oh, it's standing for us. Can we cut it and take it inside?" The flower becomes afraid when a human approaches with shears. Those flowers that hang like this are not quickly cut. So the flower turns towards the sky, towards God. "Thank you, Lord. My joy, my happiness." That love is endless. And what did God give in creation? Everything is endless, sustainable, and meant for sustainable development. God made 8.4 million life forms, but God does not say, "Now, every day, you should multiply." Without God asking, we continue. New flowers will come, a third will come, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. We are already old plants, so be happy. As long as you honor your garden, your life... Pull out the old plants. Make compost. Through composting, you enter the recycling process. You become good fertilizer for the ground and will be born again as a new flower. This is evidence of recycling. This flower contains all five elements, the same elements we have. So, recycling. If you don't believe in recycling, then don't believe in reincarnation. And if you don't believe in reincarnation, then you don't know what recycling is. It is a cycle. In nature, no one tells the forest to plant new seeds. It happens automatically. When it is very cold and rainy, and the sun comes out—wow, the plants lift their heads again. "Thank you, God." Kali, Kali, Āraṣavatahe. This is a beautiful word. Kali means "each and every." That bud which will open, but kalī means each and every cell of the body. Každíčkou buňku v těle. So when Sadgurudev comes, when Mahāprabhujī came to Lālā Nānjī, he composed this bhajan. He sang it in honor and devotion to Mahāprabhujī to express his happiness, and all the bhaktas or satsaṅgīs were there. He sang in front of them for the first time about how happy he was that Mahāprabhujī had come. Mahāprabhujī was on the other side of Khatu, to the west and north, and Lālā Nānjī was on the other side, to the southeast—not a far distance. Lālā Nānjī was the son of Mahāprabhujī's sister. So, Lālā Nānjī is singing the bhajan, Mahāprabhujī is sitting there, welcomed. Then, instead of giving a long lecture saying, "My dear brothers and sisters, Mahāprabhujī came, how happy we are," you can say a nice poem or a bhajan. That is called "Gagar me Sāgar." "Gagar me Sāgar." Gagar is this pot. Gagrī is also said, or ghaṭa. You know, we spoke about the ghaṭa: Ghaṭākāśa, Maṭhākāśa, Chidākāśa, Ākāśa, Mahākāśa. We have forgotten Ākāśa. So this is called Gagrī. This is the language of Gagrī, the language where Kṛṣṇa was born. You know, they were carrying water on their heads, and Kṛṣṇa threw a stone—a naughty boy. Tomorrow is his birthday, the day after tomorrow. So we have to do something good. Our children should play a good drama because Kṛṣṇa was dramatic. So this is a gagrī, and out of this, the rest—all that you see—is the ocean. That is called sāgara. Now your duty is to pour the whole ocean into this pot, and it still remains empty. That is called art, that is called siddhi, that is called knowledge, that is called technique, that is called realization. So please fill the whole ocean in this gāgrī. I am waiting for you, but it is said: A poet reaches where the sun has no more approach, where sunlight cannot reach—kam se nedostane ani sluneční svetlo, kam nedosvítí ani slunce. Beyond this, kavī—kavī means a poet—tam, kavī to znamená básník—or an artist, umělec, goes beyond the solar system. That is the real artist. Tam dosáhne ten básník až za tento sluneční systém. The artist's creation is beyond this sun. Umělecký výtvor je nad toto slunce. What is visible, what you can see around you, everyone can do that. To, co je viditelné, to, co je tady kolem, to každý dokáže. But to go behind, beyond... Jít dál, jít hlouběji. Jahan poun se ravi. You know what is ravi? Víte, co je to Ravi? Sun. Ravi, namaḥ. You forget all this. You always forget. Bhāskara, what is Bhāskara? Co je Bhāskara? Yes, I taught you in the beginning: Bhāskara, namaha. So many... So, Sāgara is ocean. The essence of the whole ocean, the capacity of the ocean, the quality of the ocean—with your one word or one poem, you fill it all into this little pot. That is called Gagar me Sāgara in India. It is a very well-known saying. Even if he spoke little, they will say, "Oh, great. You put the whole Sāgara in the Gagarē." That is the word of wisdom. So each and every cell of the body is happy, full, joyful, like when it rained and all vegetation was so happy. Suno, sakhi. Now, sakhi means two words: suno, sajana. Sajana means all good people, bhaktas, satsaṅgīs. Or, suno is sakhi. Sakhi means our vṛttis, our indriyas, our inner longings—naše vnitřní tužby, naše koncentrace, soustředění. Suno, Sajjan, Satguru gharāyā. Listen, my dear ones, Sajjans. O poslouchejte mi, drazí Sajjan. Satguru gharāyā. He came to my door. On přišel k mým veřím. Kali, kali harsavat he. Each and every cell of my body is vibrating out of joy, love, happiness. At that time, you perform Seva, Karma Yoga. But how do you do it? People will say, "Look how happy he is. His Gurujī is here. Now he has no more floor under his feet." He is levitating, running, working, tireless. There is no tiredness anymore. You don't need sleep, you don't need anything, because the energy that keeps you aware, fresh, healthy, and happy is that love. But when that love is gone, your mood is completely wrong. You are yawning, "I want to sleep, Māra, Māra. Mahāprabhujī, I'm tired today. Heal your mother tomorrow, please. Mahāprabhujī, you repeat for me." So, harṣaṇa—full of vigor, awake, divine, conscious. Plný síly, bdělý, vědomý, probuzený. Kālī, kālī, harṣāvate, mārī. Kālī, kālī, harṣāvate. Suno, sajana, sata, guru, gāra. That's it. When you have happiness in your house, you tell everybody, "Look how happy we are! Oh, we are very happy." "Do you know my horse gave birth today? Oh, how happy the children are, my God." Others say, "My rabbit gave me a baby." Happiness comes. Another man comes and says, "Yes, we got a daughter also. My God, poor girls." There are people who are very happy. Some pray to have a daughter, but to be honest, 98% of mothers and fathers wish for a son. God is justice. He does nothing unjust. He equally loves His daughters and sons. God was thinking, "If there will be only men, my business is finished. My sustainability is blocked." So sustainability, continuity into unity with the divinity—that is the sustainability. That's it. As this bhajan continued, Lālā Nānjī Mahārāj... All people were dancing. Generally, Mahāprabhujī did not want that, and Holī Gurujī also did not, and I follow in their footsteps. I also do not want to, but everyone got up. No one told me, but I think Mahāprabhujī also stood up. Mahāprabhujī was tall, and he had a stomach four times bigger than mine. Mahāprabhujī was like a Gaṇeśa. That's why there is a bhajan, no? Sumro ghananāmī deva, no? Sumro ghananāmī guru deva. So Mahāprabhujī is ghananāmī. Ghananāmī means Gaṇeśa. Mahāprabhujī is Ghaṇanāmī. Ghaṇanāmī means Gaṇeśa. So, wherever you go, bring happiness. Whatever you do, do it with happiness, and don't always look at your neighbor's plate. If you look at his more, you will not enjoy. You can enjoy. There was a joke, a Hungarian joke—if any Hungarians are here, please don't attack me. There was a big company, and Christmas was coming. The director or owner invited all his workers, about 150 people. He asked everyone, "Please come with your partner, your wife, your husband. Bring your spouse." There was a big round dining table so the waiters could serve from the inside. One man, a second or third secretary, told his wife, "Tomorrow we are invited for dinner." Oh, she was so happy. "I will see all colleagues and see what the dinner is like." As usual, they dressed in nice dresses, yoga dresses, uniforms, and everyone had reserved seats with their names. So this secretary is sitting, and his wife is beside him. Then the other man, and then his wife. Food was served. Everybody said, "Brahmārpaṇam," and took their fork and knife. The neighbor where she was sitting—a colleague of her husband, a very kind, nice person, but unfortunately he had a handicap—he looks to his plate. But that means he looks there, then he takes his fork and goes to her plate. This lady was shocked. He was looking at his wife, and then he ate from her plate. In the evening, they came home. The children asked, "Mother, how was the dinner?" "Good." "Did you enjoy?" She said, "It was horrible. Why? I don't know. That man ate from my plate the whole time, so I had only two bites." So sometimes we look at other plates. It means we have a defect—not in our eyes, but in our thoughts. Be content. Be happy. Joy is for all. So bring happiness, kindness, humbleness. Develop, develop, develop. That is very important. So, that was this bhajan. It is long. I have translated it for you many times, but every bhajan should have such meaning. One word has the meaning of Gagar me Sāgar. Your one word expresses the entire universe, and then you think, "Okay. He or she spoke one word and put the whole sāgara inside." Now we are wondering, curious what he will say next. In other words, there is more that I will tell you next time. I wish you all the best. This seminar was great, and Mother Nature was very blessed. The god Indra was very kind to us, giving nice rain. He was giving water to all plants and trees, and you had time to sit inside and do your anuṣṭhāna. So Indra was preparing this park for us. All trees, everything is looking up, proudly. So other trees ask this tree, "Why are you so proud?" Then they sit. "You don't know. I give shelter to the whole world. You know, people from many countries came to sit under me. I don't give directly. If you want to know what I give them, then ask them." That's it. But the tree is happy and gives us shelter. Protect the trees. Protect all creatures. And ourselves. Protection is in protection. Practice. And I will see you again soon, here or there, somewhere. Whether here or anywhere else, still in this country.