I have parted with world’s sorrow
Wrapped of shining human mirth,
I have shed my mortal sheath
Touted glowing by minds narrow.
My mind loose of strings of worldly affairs
Bears signs of an emerging infinity,
A stroll of godheads of mighty ecstasy
In the garden of its thoughtless silence.
The colours of my dream art Thou,
Their myriad shades and wondrous strokes:
My mind tinted of Thy whitish blue,
A radiant sun of Thy marvellous grace.
My soul is splashed on a canvas of Thy light,
As if strewn multitudinously upon Thy spirit’s body.
I see the wide enamoured spaces within and without,
A brilliant gaze born of Thy rapture and ecstasy.
My body is a roseate shade of Thy charming red,
A chrysalis turning to fluttering gold of rapturous birth.
Twixt the dying twilight and a greater light
It lives draped of Thy deathless mirth.
The colours of my spirit art Thou;
My soul no longer lone art one with them now.
While my understanding grows broader and clearer in the light of Thy increasing presence within me, I also feel it becomes more and more a mere participant in Thy great scheme of things, and given entirely in submission to Thee, it could become infinite and a boundless expression…
It is quite a mystery why my mind dwells upon a sense of urgency when it comes to action; it is as if it were in a state of desperation and burden to get things done at the earliest without being able to enjoy the processes attached to…
May I be lifted out of my forgetfulness, this is my earnest prayer to Thee.
May I see always Thy truth in things to whatever extent that it is possible at the moment, this is my humble submission to Thee.
May I do Thy will always, in spite of myself; this is my will one with Thine Divine.
Profound is my grief within, inexpressible my anguish and intolerable my pain of separation!
I am immersed in my own loneliness and engulfed of own emotions.
O Glorious Mother, May all these turn to streams of Thy delight within and without.
Thou art our only Hope.
My salvation is gone now
Into spheres of larger infinity;
My dream is gone now and how
Into morrows of greater ecstasy.
I tumble without him, my skiff
Upon the road of eternal friendship;
I live in his absence and inexpressible grief
Like my soul gone into a blissful sleep.
My love is gone now
Into its roseate chambers,
It blooms of my memory grave,
Wearing fancy forms of God’s bliss.
I watch him grow now into stranger shapes
Fashioned of Her aureate limbs
By a Grace of Light marvelous.
Oh I see him bright of our Mother’s kiss!
I am gone now and still here,
Souls blissfully entwined as one for ever.
Help us define the purpose of the day. We have no complaints about our cluelessness, our incapacitation or lack of proper perspective, for these belong to the lower mental, but we implore Thee of Thy light in helping us sort out the pressing issues of the day so as to be able to progress on the lines of Thy infallible mentorship.
We understand that we are dealing with an evolutionary tangle which has to be sorted out by a higher synthetic knowledge and wisdom, not by resorting to crude generalities or by applying a common standard or principle of ignorant life.
O Mother of Light, make our day a rare wonder of Thy boundless movement and an intimate expression of Thy vast infinite delight.
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