meditation on the Supreme Lord and His play
O Lors Supreme, You do not come or go away. You are eternal, infinite, always trying to fathom Your own depths.
There is no one else but Yourself, You are All.
This world manifestation is Your fanciful play.
O Lord Supreme, Thou art all, each one, everyone now and ever. There is no one apart from Thee here or anywhere.
O happy earth, you are no other than the Lord himself
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All is Thy play... an eternal unending Felicity binds us all in Thy embrace.
Amazement upon amazement piled sky high, blissful.
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O Secret Self from You I am born, Your body's portion,
In You I disappear like the exalted sprays falling back into the Ocean.
When I contemplate the endless sacred procession of Your fugitive names and faces on the screen of Time,
Then only I vibrate and my life even so insignificant glows and burns in ecstasy like a meteor in explosion.
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You send down the rays of a new Sun penetrating our bain, every cell of our body.As our surrender grows, You pour Yourself more and more into our heart, mind, body and soul and become the luminous, compassionate sovereign of our life.
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When we feel the thrill of immortal bliss in all touches, when we see nothing, no one but the supreme auspicious divine Presence, then and then only we are free.
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