Thou light of my life—thou camest to spread wisdom's glow over
the path of my soul. Centuries of darkness dissolved before the
shafts of thy luminous help. As a naughty baby, I cried for my Mother
Divine, and She came to me as my Guru—Swami Sri Yukteswar.
At that meeting, O my Guru, a spark flew from thee, and the faggots
of my God-cravings, gathered through incarnations, smouldered and
blazed into bliss. All my questions have been answered through thy
flaming, golden touch. Eternal, ever-present satisfaction has come
to me through thy glory.
My Guru, thou voice of God, I found thee in response to my soul-cries.
Slumbers of sorrow are gone, and I am awake in bliss.
If all the gods are displeased, and yet thou art pleased, I am safe
in the fortress of thy pleasure. And if all the gods protect me
by the parapets of their blessings, and yet I receive not thy benedictions,
I am an orphan, left to pine spiritually in the ruins of thy displeasure.
O Guru—thou didst bring me out of the bottomless pit of darkness
into the paradise of peace.
Our souls met after years of waiting. They trembled with an omnipresent
thrill. We met here, because we had met before.
Together we will fly to His shores, and then we will smash our planes
of finitude forever and vanish into our infinite life.
I bow to thee as the spoken voice of silent God. I bow to thee as
the divine door leading to the temple of salvation. I bow to thee—to
thy Master, Lahiri Mahasaya, harbinger of Yoga in Benares; and I
lay the flowers of my devotion at the feet of Babaji, our supreme
Master!
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