There is a
cavern in my chest where all the lifetimes lead.
A sun burns there with a cool light filled with infinite bliss.
This is the secret Heart praised by the sages, the home of the one Self that is the source and the substance of all things.
This is the goal, the ambrosial treasure, the subtle godhead.
God, the Guru, Sat-Chit-Ananda…..all part of this Light.
This is also the source of “I”, the place of pure Being.
I bow again and again to the sacred feet of the Guru, seated majestically and permanently in this Heart-lotus.
When one's gaze turns inward with the humility, focus, love and devotion of total surrender, the ego-mind dissolves in this flame.
Effort ceases here…and Grace takes over.
A sun burns there with a cool light filled with infinite bliss.
This is the secret Heart praised by the sages, the home of the one Self that is the source and the substance of all things.
This is the goal, the ambrosial treasure, the subtle godhead.
God, the Guru, Sat-Chit-Ananda…..all part of this Light.
This is also the source of “I”, the place of pure Being.
I bow again and again to the sacred feet of the Guru, seated majestically and permanently in this Heart-lotus.
When one's gaze turns inward with the humility, focus, love and devotion of total surrender, the ego-mind dissolves in this flame.
Effort ceases here…and Grace takes over.
1 comment:
Beautiful as your poems usually are, dear Mickey!
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