Poetry of the Light Divine,
I mean dealing with the Light
Miraculous, mystical and mystical
And mythical, supernatural and nocturnal,
I mean the Light flashing upon,
Dispelling darkness within,
Showing the way.
Light does not come to all of a sudden,
It comes after the years of sadhna,
Struggle, sacrifice and suffering,
Deep devotion and dedication,
Renunciation and retirement,
Light is but the gold of meditation and contemplation.
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