Beloved Baba—Take My Hand

Beloved Baba, take my hand
As I hold it up to you;
Dispel the cloud of Maya
Which obscures you from view.

My haughty Self and You are One
Which in my heart I know;
I also know to reach that state
I must be pure as snow.

But on my own, I cannot weld
My human will with Thine;
So this is why I seek your help
To relinquish all of mine.

Help me, dear Baba, to let go
Of my imaginary needs
And I will try to turn from all
On which my ego feeds.

And as I reach up high to you
Please take my hand in yours
Until I’m empty of myself
And my lightened spirit soars.

But when I first catch sight of that
Which seers call the Light
I may be overwhelmed by It;
So hold me very tight.

In pouring out my heart to you
I’ve lost that cloud so dark
And can relax in quiet relief
Till my soul soars like a lark.

~Phyllis Krystal

Source: Sanathana Sarathi, March 1977