“If
I should die tomorrow, dearly beloved, pray do not grieve for me;
Rejoice,
rejoice, rejoice! At last, I am free!
I
have cut the knots that bind me, split my chains asunder, leapt joyously into
the freedom of the sky
No
more imprisoned in the body, I am everything; no more I !
Know
that I have been blessed with endless grace
And
watched over by gods and angels all through my days.
Your
presence and your love have blessed me a thousand fold-
You
have supported and cherished me in so many different ways.”Mickey
How long will this story last?
When I am dead, will anyone still visit my blog or Facebook page or read my Tweets?
We come and go like passing clouds; all that is left of our bodily
existence is a few memories like the faded photographs of ancestors
unremembered after a generation or two.
Is this the story we so desperately cling to? Why do we forget, again and
again, our roots in the Self and wander like hungry ghosts in the world of the
senses, tormented by fear and desire?
The Master’s words fall on deaf ears; no matter how much he exhorts us to
remember who we really are, to awaken to our own eternal perfection, our
inherent divinity. Why are we so stupid that we repeatedly leave the cool bliss of
his protective shade and suffer in the blazing desert of the dream that is the
world?
Why do we fall again and again into the traps of intellect and conceptual
thought and pride?
How can we be so blind , when we are blessed to be His devotees, surrounded by grace and love beyond compare?
How can we be so blind , when we are blessed to be His devotees, surrounded by grace and love beyond compare?
Oh sweet Lord of mountains, Arunachala Shiva, why do you not burn up these
vasanas that poison us lifetime after lifetime ?
Again and again we lose our way: will you not bind us firmly to yourself with
the silken thread of your love?
I am tired of all the blunders, of
the mistakes of ignorance, of the forgetfulness and the ego-trips and
the banal alternating rhythms of pleasure and pain.
O gracious Guru of Gurus, launch your thunderbolt at me!
Destroy me once and for all and let me merge with the dust beneath your
feet.
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