After a glimpse of life's trials, I sought a journey up the summit. With not much effort, I was placed at the peak of the summit. I looked through clouds and watched the universe with grace. I wondered how weak the temptations were and how little effort was required to keep them at bay. As I stayed with that view, a feeling of pity for the world enveloped me. I started calling people to come up the summit. I threw a rope and extended my hands for them to climb up. A few trials ensued, manifesting as desires that sought power, grace, holiness, and even prosperity. I was moving closer to the things that I sought, and the trials became even more prevalent. Sitting on a mountain top, I still had access to the heavens at will. Music and arts divine decorated my heart with cushion and comfort. Also, with every trial, I started losing sight of the summit. The temples where the Goddess was praised still admitted me. I could see grace descending in the form of forgiveness, and the Goddess s...
Let me go through the drain of energy, the loss of happiness, ruminating on what came too fast, too deep, and was gone too soon. It's painful, distracting, a helpless pattern in a loop; However much I discern, It leaves me amidst a coup. I still go through the pain I had; It doesn't leave as soon as I wish it would. I ruminate on what I don't control, knowing what is in my control is mute. Whatever my past was, the causes for which there is an effect; If pain and confusion are those gifts, With grace, I accept that effect. How long will all this go on? At the most, all of one lifetime? Remember, I must, The grace of God puts none but a rhyme. There is bitterness, pain, despair, and even trauma. Yet I know all this won't go in vain, for what I am meant to claim. As is, so will be. As be, so is. The path made of flowers or thorns, I must walk through. Pause. Watch. The journey should go on. Shri Mataji, If this pain I must endure, Be all my strength; If this pain must en...