Nothing exists, but Him

 His mere ‘darshan’ absolves,

         all Karma---past & present!

Time stands still

        elements are at His bid!

Nothing exists, but Him

        He in all, all in Him!

Only He pervades, all exist in Him!

Heart, sans mind!

Moments before He came, composed I sat

absorbed in Him, I lost time and place.

Hush, hush aroused me

self attuned to Him, my-self cries--

Oh, Lord! astrayed I was

had burnt my bridges!

How come! My soiled self

sitting in Thy presence?

Knowing my place I sit for back

Ocean of love distinguishes not

but showers grace on low and high!

Vile hearts turn green, zoom high

inner qualm ecstasy fly out bonds

Sai ‘Darshan’ cleanse the self

Hence doused in quagmire

clean person emerges worthy of the Sire!

Puttaparathi, I went to see a vast library

for Baba ‘spoke’ in wondrous clarity

Literary works, holy books

found eloquence unique in Him!

On every subject He seemed master

What a colossal collection

He had, I wondered!

Reaching there, I fervently searched

miles away He was from worldly attics,

Then where from He got the knowledge

for every word He ‘spoke’

was a wisdom unto itself!

I tried to gauze Him with intellect quaint

Realizing my folly

offered my heart, san’s mind!

Where from knowledge came

I knew clearly

Source of it beckoned smilingly.

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