This Lal Vaakh is a longing to be one w the ultimate consciousness. Lal Ded/Lalleshwari, the writer of this vaakh used to practice various pranayama and Kashmir Shaivism techniques to reach her ultimate spiritual liberation. ❤ Thanks for bringing this to the world.
This brings a certain kind of weeping up from my bones. The gift of your voice is a treasure dear sister. I bow to the divine sound that bubbles from your lips. 🙏🏽 ❤ 🙏🏽
Lyrics: Ami pana sodras nAvi ches lamAn Kati bozi Day myon meyti diyi tAr Ameyn tAkeyn poniy zan shemAn Zuv chum bramAn gara gatshaha. With a rope of loose-spun thread am I towing my boat upon the sea. Would that God heard my prayer and brought me safe across! Like water in cups of unbaked clay I run to waste. Would God I were to reach my home
This Lal Vaakh is a longing to be one w the ultimate consciousness. Lal Ded/Lalleshwari, the writer of this vaakh used to practice various pranayama and Kashmir Shaivism techniques to reach her ultimate spiritual liberation. ❤ Thanks for bringing this to the world.
Can't put in words how powerful everything about this song is!! ✨✨✨🧡
Love Ganavya's voice 🪽
This brings a certain kind of weeping up from my bones. The gift of your voice is a treasure dear sister. I bow to the divine sound that bubbles from your lips. 🙏🏽 ❤ 🙏🏽
Lyrics:
Ami pana sodras nAvi ches lamAn Kati bozi Day myon meyti diyi tAr Ameyn tAkeyn poniy zan shemAn
Zuv chum bramAn gara gatshaha.
With a rope of loose-spun thread am I towing my boat upon the sea.
Would that God heard my prayer and brought me safe across!
Like water in cups of unbaked clay
I run to waste.
Would God I were to reach my home
Resurrection of Jesus