Monday, July 13, 2020

Through the spring I had to pass

From the scattered feathers of this dancing, singing, pretty peacock
when You disclose Yourself and rock the heart of mine,
I cannot but laugh a little at the thought
that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

From this lovely girl’s eyes more artistic and delicate than lily
when You invite me for an embrace
manifesting Yourself in the sacred stream of love,
attempt to sanctify the self of mine,
I cannot but laugh a little at the thought
that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

Through the sweet twittering of birds
when You send communications,
and from within the enthusiastic eyes of friends
travel into the nectar-lashed eyes of mine,
I cannot but laugh a little at the thought
that I trod mountains, forests and farms for the quest of Yours.

In the minutest water-drops of this garden’s multicolored fountain,
making me hear the eternal, melodious music of Your affection,
when You touch me,
and from these fascinating flowers and rainy showers
unfold the everlasting supreme Self of Yours,
I cannot but laugh a little at the thought
that for Your sake into the mountains, forests and farms was the quest of mine!

Through the spring I had to pass but I had dreamt of the ocean!

- Shri Yogeshwarji

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