Ppet's Heart

Swami Mukundananda

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.

It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.

It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joy in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet's heart.

Mother Shyama

Radha rani

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon thy breast.

Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace.

Golden words

Shree Maharajji

The enemies which rise within the body, hard to be overcome thy evil passions should manfully be fought: he who conquers these is equal to the conquerors of worlds.

If passion gaineth the mastery over reason, the wise will not count thee amongst men.