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Prayer- Ganesha Vandanam and Saraswathi Vandanam

 

हरि: ॐ  Hari: Om

गणेश वन्दनं 



वन्दे गजवदनं वन्दे उमासुतम् 

वन्दे मोदकप्रियं वन्दे ज्येष्ठराजम् 

वन्दे विघ्नहन्तारम् वन्दे महागणेशम् 

वन्दे संस्कृतज्ञानवर्धकम्

वन्दे गणेश्वरपादपङकजं 

 Ganesha Vandanam 

Vande Gajavandanam Vande Umasutam

Vande Modakapriyam Vande Gyeshtaraajyam

Vande Vignahantaram Vande mahaganesham

Vande Samskrutagyanavardakam

Vande Ganeshvarapaadapankajam 


सरस्वती वन्दनं



वीणावतीम् नमाम्यहम् 

संस्कृतविद्यां पठाम्यहम् 

Veenavatim vandanam 

Samskrutavidyam patamyaham 

 

With Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji's blessings this blog has been created on this Vijayadashami day to be adorned with the poems and writings on Advaita Vedanta. 

Pranams to my gurus Swami Dayananda Saraswati, Swami Omkarananda, and Swamini Svatmavidyananda . Let us pray Isvara for jnana and Vairagya to obtain self-knowledge.

Om.

Adisakti  




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  1. niransanOctober 15, 2021 at 5:21 PM

    Om 🙏🏽

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  2. SVOctober 15, 2021 at 6:29 PM

    So happy to know that you created the blog to write poems based on the teachings of Swamiji and Swaminiji. My Best Wishes to you!

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  3. RadhamaniOctober 16, 2021 at 11:50 AM

    As you are named Varalakshmi you have got the boon to write.Proud to be your sister in this birth.Radhakrishna

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  4. RadhamaniOctober 16, 2021 at 11:58 AM

    Radhakrishna.Nice Vara

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  5. AdisaktiOctober 26, 2021 at 9:51 AM

    May you keep writing, and may you continue on this path of this sacred knowledge. May your works inspire all others.- Swaminiji

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