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Articles: Devotion | Swami's Darshan in Sai Kulwant/Sai Ramesh Hall
- Sai Sandesh
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You thank the music for bringing the message of solace, 'He started there'.
Anxious to see yourself, you lean forward; move hither and thither, in search of yourself.
And then you start reckoning....
The seconds that summarize decades spent here...
The moments that light up the times to be spent here...
The moments when you realize what you lived for.
When you know what you really want.
That's when the eyes find what they have been foraging for ages,
That's when the ears hear the voice from within, for all the world is silenced then,
All the senses, feeding on the most wondrous thing they have ever perceived,
When bliss knows no bound, Love knows no reason,
But you KNOW who YOU are.
A look, A smile, A wave of Hand.
And you are gone. Far out-of-the-world.
He walks, sustaining the elements, quenching the zeal of the angels who are waiting in the line well before you!
He tramples on the distress and the desire, on dismay and haze,
The robe trails behind, tracing those Feet worshipped by the Creator.
He rotates His Hand. Lifting your spirits up.
Charging you till He sees you next or even more.
He writes on air, and your fate corrects itself.
The path ahead is cleared.
For now you are all set to move towards that which exists, lightens and lasts.
He looks at you. You hear Him saying, 'Dont worry. I am here'.
Oh! Who else can say this to you?
He comes forth and extends His Hand to accept your letter...
The Same Hand that assured everyone.
And while He holds your letter, you can read His eyes, 'Do you think I need this to know what you need?'
He blesses some, soothes some, answers some, and caresses some.
Every gesture, every movement packed with Grace.
And suddenly you wonder, how your mind could bear this sweetness!
How your heart could stand this joy!
He slowly moves into the Mandir...
And you remain in the hall, in fact, on earth, only to cherish the moments...
When mind missed, world faded and the dream paused,
When you saw it’s all the same, its just one.
All said and done, I sign off, with a note.
A note praying forgiveness...for trying to describe the undescribable.
A note begging excuse, for glorifying one single Name, Form and Time, though convinced well, that He transcends all the three...
A note pleading pardon, for using the words, 'You', 'I' and 'He'.
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