CERTAINTY OF FAITH

Take the deep leap into firm certainty of Faith,
With determined unshakeable fearlessness!
Let Your mighty mountain ranges be our shield
Against sense storms of restless monkey mind.

Enjoy complete untroubled care free unworried calm,
By handing over our whole fictional burden
Of distress, concern, stress, and fancied anxiety
About our ordained duties and many affairs,
To our Lord of Love and infinite compassion,
Great Power in the heart, Self of our own Being,
To whom we've unconditionally surrendered,
Taking sole refuge with worshipful devotion.

Even tribulation is welcomed as for the best!
We gain mind control through repetition of His Name,
And dive into the Heart, questing for the source of 'I',
Full of gratitude for his boundless love and grace.

FORGET ME NOT

A SONNET

Pretty petulant petals of brightest blue,
 Petty adornment gracing gardens of love,
 Emblem of Adoration to our Great God above,
 For Remembering Him is right worship true;
 Prayer will bring Him ever closer to you,
 As Noah's praised, when he saw a snow white dove,
 That showed the end of that flood, which drove
Righteousness from Earth, except for a few.

When man falls into a dark ditch too low,
 God in his mercy sends His messenger down,
 To lift up the level in nation and town.
 Thus we'll never forget Him, even more so,
 Remain loyal as His flock, in order to show
 Salvation; when we too gain Realisation's crown.

RAIN

Thank God for morning's dew-drenched emerald lawn,
And the gentle rain that waters harvest fields,
That fills the mountain's sacred rivers so forlorn,
And aids all gardeners to gain rich floral yields.

The fresh spring water quenches dry thirst of man,
It cleanses all it reaches with its liquid hand,
This heavenly element upholds our days for a span
Of time. For your gift of rain our gratitude is grand.

In the desert of life treading on dry sands of time,
Dwell your oases of Truth to feed our soul's dire need;
We bathe in temple waters, a sacred rite divine,
To purify. Our quest for Truth you'll always feed.

Welcome the rain by singing hymns of holy joy,
The flood of God-Love which will never, ever cloy.

EGOTISTIC WILL

Ego's-will is always wanting events to go its way,

But Divine will may have other preordained schemes.

When matters take a different turn of play,

Better surrender to His will then regret sad ego's dreams.

It's certainly most egotistic and very very odd,

That we think we know much better than Great Almighty God.

It's better to rest secure in his wise and loving hands,

Then be controlled by ego's self centred tyranic bands.

When God wills something then we must will it too,

Then we're in harmony with His will and that is really true.

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BEAUTY

The beauty of a sparkling star filled sky,

A ruby red rose opening in bloom,

A radiant ruddy roseate dawn ,

Fill one with awe, and pose the question why?

Beauty ravishes and destroys men's gloom,

A stepping stone to God, and why we're born,

To love the creator of such beauty,

And devotion becomes an easy duty.

GOOD DOCTOR GURU

Sad ailing mankind needs a healing balm,
His errant restless mind to cure and calm,
That cool collyrium is pure devotion,
The perfect therapeutic tonic lotion.

Good Doctor Guru is both wise and sage,
He knows the right dose for this manic age.
Self enquiry's the treatment he prescribes,
Gently his Direct Path he well describes.

His medicine will lead us to liberation,
The final goal is Self Realisation.
Ego's gracefully removed by such skill,
The patient no longer suffers or feels ill.

Sweet harmony and peace completely reign,
Pilgrim no longer feels his aching pain,
He abides in everlasting blissful joy,
A state of love that will never  cloy!

This is the death of maddening mental pain
And horrid habits, vicious vile and vain,
So all who endure a worried worldly life,
Will find his medication ends their strife.