I kneel at the feet of my Guru,
Longing for blessings,
waiting for Myself to be revealed to me.
Guru, the store house of cosmic energy,
showers his grace.
The blocks within melt,
The Life flow acquires a new meaning.
The cosmic energy flows, pulsating in every cell and nerve
Pounding within and around breaking down barriers..
It moves with a life of its own
Dragging down you away from the hold of the senses..
The centre of gravity shifts.. and the tiny flame within appears..
The silence gives way to a whirlwind of activity.
The large flame swirls and twirls at supersonic speed..
Throws out majestic flashes of patterns of light
The naked dance of light
No words can describe.
Is the brilliance of the Lord.
Then there is neither light nor darkness
Neither this nor that as the tiny flame is engulfed.
Back to the world of senses..
In wonderment and thanksgiving to my Guru..
For taking me to the Lord's doorstep.
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