Signposts
The traveler plods on
On roads unknown
Begins with the known
And moves on
Finds his way
By signposts and directions
Left by others who passed this way
Mostly with no name to claim as one’s own
In compassion for the traveler that shall tread
This path
Scriptures footprints of Masters
Who were compassionate enough to leave signposts
For seekers to come
Master the Kindly light that shows the way
The Master the kindly Light that leads unto itself
The ONE SELF
The seeker moves on
To cling to the Master or the Scriptures
Is ignorance
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
She introduces the Source
As the newborn is introduced to its Father
By the Mother
IN the still waters of the pond
In the swirling waters of the whirlpool
In the innocent smile of the child,
In the hand that nurtures, admonishes
And serves, effortlessly, ever selfless
Resides Mother
The still earth that nurtures saint and sinner
With love and patience
Resides Mother
In the ‘lifeless’ idols,
What is ‘lifeless’ when everything is permeated by You?
There is none independent of you
Every atom is permeated by you
Some say you are Durga
Some say Shakti
Yet others Cosmic Energy
Many, many names
For MY MOTHER
There is none other
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Truth is always close at hand
One can see it in the palm of one’s hand
Or in the swaying fronds of the palm on land
In the play of darkness and light
In the hour of twilight
At dawn and dusk
In between everything and something
In nothing
In the play of words in the space between words
In emptiness and fullness
As everything fades into nothing
In the Oneness that is …………..
One can see it in the palm of one’s hand
Or in the swaying fronds of the palm on land
In the play of darkness and light
In the hour of twilight
At dawn and dusk
In between everything and something
In nothing
In the play of words in the space between words
In emptiness and fullness
As everything fades into nothing
In the Oneness that is …………..
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