Poetry Archive

You tell me—Follow the master, But the Master is the Monkey‑mind! You urge: Face the devil, Six devils stare at me! And Fight to the end, You Insist, I am already at my wit’s

You are in my heart, as I am in your heart, We are just one heart Called Soham, called Love. Sai, you are in my heart, as I am in your heart There is

Silence is the Secret of God-realization: Nothing can approach to its perfection. Silence, Silence, is true and sincere; Silence alone can overcome all fear. God is silent; but He talks from within; One can

AL‑ZAHIRO: THE MANIFEST Red Rose of Persian bards; Heart‑throb of Upanishadic seers Who heard Your footsteps In the recesses of their souls, And saw the universe sustained By the harmony of Your gentle breath.

In those countless moments of affliction You craved those balmy hands of love Straight out of thy pictured image And wiped my heart’s Unending tears And now in the sanctuary Of my tears Is

Thus it is: When sitting still On the side. of a mountain— An ancient, arena Of rugged reptile rock Carefully carved By the soothing stroke Of nurturing Nature. The Glory of People’s Toil Passes

My dearest SELF! Bear all; and Do nothing! Hear all; and Say nothing! Give all; and Take nothing! Serve all; and Be nothing.                      

The Crown of Glory, The matted monarch curl, The mighty multi-millioned strand, This ever-static eternal emblem of this God; This Sign of Him, who dances On the cold snow of congealed hearts; This Charm

Before Kali Yuga started, sweet Lord Krishna oft proclaimed “To this Earth again will I be born, when it is steeped in shame.” And thus it was so written, ‘pon the Gita’s golden page

Salutations and Worship! O Sanathana Sarathi! Abide in Thee, Peace and Tranquility! Nobly from the Pranava didst Thou cast a Universe as of fun; Ambitious, Thine enemies knew not that Thou bestowed them their

In the garden of my soul His Light walks, among the dark and troubled valleys, He soothes the stormy winds of anger, of anxiety, with the very whisper of His Being. Oh! that one

Ananda! O Ananda! With beauty comes new Ananda! With Ananda, new loveliness! Ananda! O Ananda! Premavahini poured Ananda; First it came from Baba’s hand! Dhyanavahini, He gave us next! And then to give our