Om namh sivay
shiv ji ke pavitra shravan mahine ke apko aur apke parivar ko hardik shubhkamnaye
bhagvan bholenath apki jindgi khusiya se bharde
har har mahadev
Om namh sivay 
Har Har Mahadev
Om me hi Ashtha
Om me hi Vishvas
Om me hi Shakti
Om me hi Sara Sansar
Om se hi hoti hai din ki shuruat
om se hi hoti hai rat
Om Namah Shivay
Khusbu aa rahi he kahi se ganje aur bhang ki
shayad khidki khuli rah gay he mere mahakal ke darbar ki
har har mahadev
Sati looked around as if to spot Shiva sitting in the corner
of the cave, and asked,“So, where is He?”
“This is the interesting thing,” said the sage. “He awaits your arrival, but until you come, He won’t appear Himself!”
“You mean…”
“I mean, God has not manifested Himself to us as yet, and it is thus that we await your arrival, with the greatest earnest.
Your birth signals that now, the birthless one Himself is to arrive.
" Baba,” She asked, “So where do I begin to look for Him, where will I find Shiva?”
“You do not find Shiva,” said the hermit. “Shiva finds you.”
“So what am I to do in the meantime?” asked Sati.
“Surrender,” said the hermit.
“Surrender?”
“Surrender your senses, give them leave. Like you are comfortable now in body and in mind, surrender too, your very being, and repose in your self,” said the sage. And then added very loudly, “Tana mana dhana, Aum phut!! Sab kuch tera, kya laage mera. The body, the mind, the all; all into the celestial essence, none of it is me! All belongs to Thee!” And then gently, once again he smiled, “Surrender, as I once surrendered to you! Ah, but you can only surrender to your own higher self.”
“You surrendered to me? Higher self?”asked Sati, completely bewildered.
He drew himself close to Her. “My name is Vashishta, little mother,” he said.
“Rishi Vashishta? You are Rishi Vashishta!!” Sati exclaimed.
“Yes.”Smiled the Sage.
“This is the interesting thing,” said the sage. “He awaits your arrival, but until you come, He won’t appear Himself!”
“You mean…”
“I mean, God has not manifested Himself to us as yet, and it is thus that we await your arrival, with the greatest earnest.
Your birth signals that now, the birthless one Himself is to arrive.
" Baba,” She asked, “So where do I begin to look for Him, where will I find Shiva?”
“You do not find Shiva,” said the hermit. “Shiva finds you.”
“So what am I to do in the meantime?” asked Sati.
“Surrender,” said the hermit.
“Surrender?”
“Surrender your senses, give them leave. Like you are comfortable now in body and in mind, surrender too, your very being, and repose in your self,” said the sage. And then added very loudly, “Tana mana dhana, Aum phut!! Sab kuch tera, kya laage mera. The body, the mind, the all; all into the celestial essence, none of it is me! All belongs to Thee!” And then gently, once again he smiled, “Surrender, as I once surrendered to you! Ah, but you can only surrender to your own higher self.”
“You surrendered to me? Higher self?”asked Sati, completely bewildered.
He drew himself close to Her. “My name is Vashishta, little mother,” he said.
“Rishi Vashishta? You are Rishi Vashishta!!” Sati exclaimed.
“Yes.”Smiled the Sage.
