Guru [Dedicated to Sai Baba]
That Light because of which
Men see the sun
Whose all-Pervading Presence
None have felt.
Whose prime essential
Essence is but One
Pure Consciousness wherein
All else has dwelt.
Thou are that truth
That never can be told,
That sweetness taste can
Never hope to know,
That fragrance which no
Flower can unfold
I look to Thee,
Myself to see—and lo!
—Henry Conyers, Santa Barbara
Incarnate in Every Age
Dispelling the mass of Darkness pervading the world
A Divine Effulgence illumines the land of Bharat;
The resonant OM reverberates over Earth and Sky!
The Avatar—Truth Goodness Beauty all in One, has come!
In every heart, awakening sublime deep‑hued in dream divine!
By the holy Chitravati, ever‑famed, Prasanthi Nilayam shines.
Dattatreya shines resplendent Hand assuring, `Why fear!’
He is indeed the Trinity in One, Divine Mother in Beauty sublime.
For afflicted man, thirsting for Peace He doles out Grace
Of Love Divine; His nectarine voice rings Sathyam Shivam Sundaram.
Omniscient, He knows the hearts’ craving the wordless prayer of man.
Bestows fulfillment no knowledge unravels, Bestows His Gifts
From portraits we prize: nectar, sacred ash! He does create, confer.
To take men back to Godward way! Sing the Glory of the Lord
With hearts well-dipped in Love.
Pray to the Lord of your Heart,
For all names are Mine!
Yearn for Me and with you, He says, I shall be in a trice.
To heal your killing maladies, anoint body mind and soul with holiness.
Far or near, you are Mine, He says, And I am yours!
My Love shall repair, heal and save, for I’ve come for you
As I have come in every age, says—The emblem of Infinite Love!
Showering Grace, Grace and more Grace on all who want and all who can’t
Come, then, kinsmen of the world! Let us Bask in the Sathya Sai Sun!
Let us dip in the Sathya Sai Ganga!
Unafraid, let us take refuge At His Lotus Feet!
—Padmasri Sri Nalinabala Devi
(Translated from Assamese, by Muktinath Bardoloi, Shillong)
I, pure and simple, is different from I identified with the Body
or Subtle Body or Body imagined in Dream Life.
This pure and simple I, unidentified with anything, is God.
This pure and simple I is `incessant awareness’.
—Baba
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Aug. 1971
