Pray, Sir, how can you bring yourself to dance?
See, the riches you are amassing here,
nothing of them will go with you.
Pray, Sir, how can you relish your food and drink?
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I might disperse the southern clouds,
I might cure the incurable sick,But I cannot convince a fool.
O infinite Consciousness,
You live within my body,and I worship only You.I do not careif I die, take birth,or pass into some other state.These things are so ordinary now.[Taken from Lalleshwari: Spiritual Poems by a Great Siddha Yogini, Translated by Swami Muktananda]
The mind’s the garden of flowers, and
Adorn HIM with the garlands of devotion:Shower Him with thy inner moonlightThrough a ‘Nauri Kalash’, in pujaSilent Mantras unto Shankara’ll thusAwaken the souls:
By pandering to your appetites,
By penance and fasting,you get conceit.Be moderate in food and drinkand live a moderate life,The gates of Heaven will surely bethrown open wide for you.
The sling of my candy load has gone loose,
My body has bent double under its weight;how shall I carry the load ?The word of my Guru(that I must lose the world to gain my soul),Has been a painful ”loss-blister” for me.I am become a shepherdless flock, ah me!
By the highway I came,
And so I find me still on the embarkment,not having gone even half the way,And the day is done, the light has failed.I search my pockets but not a cowrie find:What shall I pay for the ferry fee ?