Groping in the dark
With Unconscious boldly leading the way
Being-heart get tired
Eager to be led by Pure consciousness
Like an oasis in the desert,
Like an oasis in the desert,
I stumble upon and taste the Master's spirit
Now, i feel every pulse crying in urgency
Now, i feel every pulse crying in urgency
to soak into that guiding consciousness
Sitting atop a growing pile of dry words
Feel shaky and hopeless
Sitting atop a growing pile of dry words
Feel shaky and hopeless
Grace me with a spark of experience that may burn away this pile without a trace
Show me, show me your Cosmic form
Show me, show me your Cosmic form
My Being has waited enough, now parched
Flames of low frequencies
Flames of low frequencies
Desperately trying to snare me in
Leave me not behind; O! Paramahamsa
Accomodate me in your space...
4 comments:
amaaaaaaazing.........fantastic,wonderful poem.keep writting such poems.
i can see the depth of ur urge towards the E t e r n a l ! Athmashree...!
Now, i feel every pulse crying in urgency
to soak into that guiding consciousness!
I mean where from did u get such a depth of feeling Kamalini...Oh God, I cant believe my eyes....such a meaningful sentence..keep up the good work!
hey..yashu. i feel i earned back a friend now. wil mail u soon ma.
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