Hari
Om
'Freedays' are the 'gather our thoughts' days;
Q&As; a general page reviewing the week so far…
Due
to travel commitments there is little time to present the usual editorial
commentary here. Instead, a poem inspired by a moment of recognition whilst
taking on ever deeper studies at Sandeepany Sadhanalaya. (This poem appears
elsewhere, but it bears revisiting here, which is possibly a better 'home' for
it.)
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Here I stand atop a hill
see there is a mountain still
Breathing hard with blazing heart
I gaze upon the travelled part
Know my steps yet see no mark
burned by following God’s spark
The work that’s done dropped away
the next task comes to fill the day
He tells and helpless I hear
“that mountain’s to climb my dear”
Now the heart begins to quake
feels worthless this path to take
Oh Dear Lord please take my hand
I may trip please help me stand
Having reached this higher ground
less is the company I’ve found
You alone can shed the light
which draws me on to that height
Give me courage give me strength
to travel full journey’s length
Let not disciple’s descent
spoil the worth of this life spent
in pursuit of Truth I’m told
there Your glory to behold
Listen! Om is the signal and Om is the sound
Unravelling the cords by which Maya has bound
Held captive to nought but our own misbehaviour
And it is our Own Self who will be our saviour
Comes a time when we must stop doing start seeing
Allow Nature’s song to replenish our being
Pause
Ah yes…
sweet sweet indeed are the notes of unspoken earth
which carry us beyond to a place without birth
©2013 Yamini Ali MacLean
