Journey to the eternity

The most important thing to do at late night is to sleep deep; The most important thing to do at dawn is to wake up in gratitude; The most important thing to do at work, is to work as heavens depend on it; The most important thing to do, in prayers, is to be lost doing nothing! The joy, bliss and truth are in simple things that we do & don't do! I have no ambitions to live longer or leave legacies; I have no pursuits that I want to claim as that transforms the world; The vessel is empty, that which is served through it, is at behest of the grand beholder.

Mother, You are the comforter who kills everything that is dead in us. Mother, You are the counsellor who gives us our own knowledge. Mother, You are the redeemer who has given us the second birth. Mother, You are the fulfilment of every prophecy and every prayer. Mother, You are the wholesomeness which cleanses every wrong. Mother, You are right discrimination by which we have become enlightened. Mother, You are the integration, by You God's creation has been threaded together. We bow to You who are auspiciousness, we praise You who are love. We give thanks to You who are compassion. We prostrate before You who are all-seeing, all-knowing and all-doing. We are Your children. SAHAJA YOGA, 51ST SAHASTRARA DAY

Greatest truth is revealed when we face our deepest fears! As windmills of time ripen the fruit open to reveal the seed. The journey of evolution is turbulently spiral; For the firmest resolution to ascend, is cyclical. We enjoy, we forget; we struggle, we remember; Who escapes this design but for the one who soar! Behold your friends, still they may desert you; Behold the trust, still it would betray you; Plans after plans crumbles as pack of cards, Destiny after mutiny, hides in the light of stars; In this game, the illusion of leading is veil of struggle; Fame and shame, convolves pain with every purpose. What you do when winds stop breezing you? How do you move when lethargy stalls binding you? Talk empty philosophies & inherited glories of past? Or walk in crowd, heads straight as if no shadows last? My friend, my soul, I am seeing you from within; I stayed within you, before you knew yourself. I have read your journey before your first step. You may cover yourself with thousa...

Just a piece of land Belongs to none, But belongs to all— As for an ant, so for a man! Nations man created, Claim this as theirs, Fight over to win over— Land flooded with blood. Possession, a grand illusion, Nations assume as power, Mortals assume for security, Burnt oil for life unfound. God’s own, alone owns. One claims, the other buys That which belongs to them not— Forever fooling ages long. Playing such games of illusion For long keeps truth hidden far. Natural order of harmony lives When shared together for all. O Goddess, for ages thousand, Have I played these dreams so false. No more—Thee, leave me from Thy glance. Comfort, granting ‘this’ a space in Thy realm. Just a piece of land Belongs to none, But belongs to all— As for an ant, so for a man.

Dear Goddess, my sweetest Mother, The Absolute Guru, please hear my heart's prayers Please empty me, of all me, of mine Please empty me, of all time, of times  Please empty me, ever, forever; Please empty me, till I am fully Thine; Please empty me, till I am only music Thine; Please empty me, here, there, wherever; Please empty me, of why, what and how; Please empty me, of knowledge, known & unknown; Please empty me, of burdens of pleasure & pain; Please empty me, of reactions of fame & shame; Please empty me, of all seeking & knowing. Forgive me, The Great Mother, I only wanted to just pray, "Empty 'me'"!