sant महातेजस्विनी मुक्ताबाई’s punya-dinā

Orphaned at a tender age by a strange tryst with destiny of her parents, growing up on alms while selflessly singing away to glory along with her 3 little yet elder brothers, muktā-bāi is considered no less than a partial derivative <amś-āvatār> of our own primal power <ādi-śakti> w.r.t. the varkāris in nāth sam-pra-dāyā. That was indeed advanced calculus for that age.

724 revolutions of our planet 🌏 around our lone star 🌞 … yes, 724 years ago exactly this day, this phenomenally rhapsodic kid sister & śiśyā of sant dnyān-éśwar is said to have left her mortal coil at the tender age of 18, but not before bequeathing us with a treasure trove of 41 devotional poems in marāthi called abhangs, literally “endless” knowledge-encapsulated praises of pandhar-pur vittalā, sung continually in communion.

In the context of muktā-bāi’s vittalā, check out the video above for a discourse & song on the true advaitic significance of ourSelf <vittalā> as well as our body-mind-intellect (BMI) toolkit with burgeoning fame <yaśōdā>, in the special role as ourSelf’s foster mom, in the endearing words of purandara-dāsā.

Some of these concentrated doses of wisdom packaged in love end with the thematic refrain “Our entire universe is merely a piece of cloth woven with nothing but a single thread of brahman. So please open the door, O jñān-éśwar!” The darkness-dispelling guru, @ our 9th chakrā a couple of leaps above the sahasrārā, is indeed our doorway to ♾ possibilities.