DIVINITY WITHIN - Day 1 of 108 Days - "Every moment is a bhajan"

DAY 1 - In 1983, I read a phrase from a holy man in India stating:
"Every moment is a bhajan". I have to find out what bhajan means and it is a simple song in soulful language, with origins in the ancient hymns of Vedas, expressing the many emotions of love for God; a song of praise to the One, the Source.

How can every moment be a song, a music that expresses our highest emotion to the One, the Source when every day we are bombarded with so many emotions mostly negative ones towards ourselves and our fellow human beings?

At the time I was searching for meaning, I was tired of living and ready to leave this body. My husband was an angry man. He knit picked and scream any chance he can - e.g. if you forget to dry the sink, if you did not turn off the faucet completely that a drop of water escaped from it, if there is dust on the table or tv screen and any other little/medium/big stuff that someone else did and is not to his likings.

If every day all I hear are screams and loud noises and put downs and blames, how then, can any one convince me that every moment is a song, a music that reminds us that we are all ONE, that there is only ONE? How can I hear a note every moment that will make my heart sing, or how can I know that even if we are not hearing it, that SONG is playing - a song of praise, a song of love, a song that if we can only hear will remind us and make us realize who we are, where we came from and where we are going?

So, as I was in the bedroom contemplating suicide, I figured what the heck, let me utter a silent question before I leave...."God in me, how can every moment be a song?" If only I can hear the music, then perhaps life is worth living. I wanted to understand so much that I actually started hearing some musical notes, then it was as if a bucket of knowledge / understanding was poured into me and filled my being that I actually looked up and around to see where it was coming from.

And I heard someone turned on the faucet and the water was pouring and it was producing the most melodic sound. My husband came into the bedroom and I can see from the look on his face and the movement of his lips and pointing fingers that he was screaming and yet all I can hear is sweet music coming from his inner being. How can it be so? I heard metals grinding and cars screeching and horn blowing and the siren of an ambulance and yet it was such a poignant sound that seems to express the highest expression of love known to man.

And so it is. Ask and you shall receive your answer. It was not what I was expecting, or maybe it was. It just came pouring that I was overwhelmed. It lasted for about 5 minutes or so and then the explanation was given:

"Listen to your heartbeat. Listen to your pulse. Listen to sound of your eyelids when it open and close. Listen to your breathing in and out inhaling and exhaling. It is such a simple song, expressing the love so divine that it animates this body, go within and listen. That song has been playing ever since, every moment of every hour of every day of every year - it is the primordial sound. That music never stop playing but you have forgotten to listen".

The song continued in my heart and mind and from that moment on, it has never stop. LISTEN, LISTEN to your heart's song.