The Spiritual Deliverance Of My Master, -Swami Bhuteshananda. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Spiritual Deliverance Of My Master, -Swami Bhuteshananda.



Devotion is the easiest way,
To realize God Narada says.
My master upholds eleven paths,
Each is a step for divine mirth.

To see the Lord’s beauty every where,
Is what the devotee’s mind should bear.
A constant worship to set a link with Him,
Is the ever pleasing oasis of life’s theme.

To remember Him in awakening and dream,
So that all other thought the devotee may dim.
To form a mind of an ardent servant to his master,
Wipes away all evil thoughts as miraculous dastard.

The devotee gradually feels his Lord as never failing friend,
For his worship, remembrance, and service he grows so trained.
Then the feeling of complete self -submission comes as a goal,
At this, the devotee feels within the awakening of his soul.

A vehement tidal -cry of divine madness, wills for complete absorption,
And the devotee’s concern ever haunts, -to be one with God’s commotion.
The last but not least is the ‘supreme anguish’ for occasional separation from Lord,
As the devotee in his way of advance, becomes the transparent reflector of God.

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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