Brighter than the noonday sun,
Softer than a newborn baby,
Cooler than a summer moon,
Finer than gossamer silk,
Your smile spans the seven skies,
Your presence melts into the heavens.
And from that sphinx-like gaze
Pearls of immeasurable knowledge fall,
Into the unfathomed depths of my being.
A loving whisper of unknown knowing caresses me
And return to my ancient home is sealed.
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The fictional diary of a young sevadar …
When we first come to the path, many of us experience a feeling of joy and relief …
Maharaj Charan Singh answers satsangis’ questions on meditation in Die to Live …
As spiritual seekers, one of the goals to which we aspire is the unchanging truth …
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes …