All that I am , I have received from the Master. So many whirwinds of change, and yet I find myself elevated and ahead the several steps since I began this journey. I became obsessed with sadhana. Because I was obsessed with Her. I could not have enough; I needed a way to connect. To recharge, to feel that 'high', the electric current of magnamity flowing through every pore of infinite space. She took what I was and made me what I am. Yes, it is my effort, my sweat and tears, but the source of it all is Her. The difference is only, I could not let go of that, my source. Perhaps you were all the smarter and felt independence your longing. But for one like me, with wings battered after lifetimes of neglect, I found in Her my philosophy, my thoughts, my trade, my patterns, my ecstacy , my solace, my hero, my founder, my truth and God. It took so long to dawn, and in infinite approach she took me across. There are no words, what words, I am still parched. The journey is long , tedious, 'no fun to you or I' , in short to be eliminated. For all the times, she stood , in stride, as I gained the current , nay the momentum. They worship that Master with a thousand suns, and a million petas and still their hearts are not full. Love is simple. Do your duty, move forward, and elevate. The only way to elevate is by following schedule. Every man does it to make it so to say. Desire, lust ,anger, greed- these keep us always at bay. At times I felt I was destroyed. How the Mother carried me through! How I sweated and burned those fearful moments! How many times I have fallen ! The future , the dark clouds, I cannot say ! She held me through and I am forever in debt. Perfect one, from the depth of whatever skies, the intense loneliness I felt. The devotees and Her. God is the greatest joy of conversation. My mind has gone numb to everything else; I will die with this intense pain, sharp , longing , which will be the last breath. Master you have taught me everything. That God alone is eternal. That Love is the highest truth. That fearless is the man who takes this path. May I cross all rivers, and make shore through that ocean of darkness!
Feral City
2 years ago
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