The Winds of Wonder

Her excellent will

Maybe yesterday stupid was this body,

Dulled heavily by the ignorance of its truth;     

But should it remain so, forever, its fate sealed,

In the ancient stuff not open to sunshine?

Will it not be absurd even to think that the stars

Will never twinkle in the morrow’s brightness?

But someone made her will one with the high will,

And is now a flame kindled in the body’s soul.                 

2 November 2024

तस्याः उत्तमः इच्छा

कदाचित् ह्यः मूर्खः अयं शरीरः आसीत्,

तस्य सत्याज्ञानेन बहुधा मन्दः;

यदि तु तथा तिष्ठेत्, सदा, तस्य दैवं निगूढम्,

प्राचीनवस्तूनि सूर्यप्रकाशाय न उद्घाटितानि?

किं नक्षत्राणि इति चिन्तनं अपि अमूर्तं भविष्यति

श्वः कान्तिं कदापि न स्फुरति वा ?

किन्तु कश्चित् तस्याः इच्छां उच्चेच्छया एकां कृतवान्,

अधुना च शरीरात्मने प्रज्वलितः ज्वाला अस्ति।                  

२ नवम्बर २०२४

The Mother’s confident Mantra

I am repeating always: “What Thou willest, what Thou willest, what Thou willest… let it be what Thou willest, may I do what Thou willest, may I be conscious of what Thou willest.”

And also: “Without Thee it is death; with Thee it is life.” By “death” I do not mean physical death—it may be so; it may be that now if I lost the contact, that would be the end, but it is impossible! I have the feeling that it is… that I am That—with all the obstructions that the present consciousness may still have, that’s all.

All the while (it is amusing), all the while I have the feeling that I am a little baby who nestles—nestles within… (what to call it?) a Divine Consciousness… all-embracing.

https://incarnateword.in/cwm/11/10-march-1973