The Promise of Lalla

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Passionate with longing in my eyes, Searching wide and seeking night

and days, Lo' I beheld the Truthful One, the Wise, Here in mine own

House to fill my gaze. ````````` Holy books will disappear, and then

only the mystic formula will remain. When the mystic formula

departed, naught but mind was left. When the mind disappeared, naught

was left anywhere, And a Voice became merged within the Void.

`````````` I saw and found I am in everthing I saw God effulgent in

everything. After hearing and pausing, see Shiva the House is His

alone; Who am I, Lalla? ````````` You are the heaven and You are the

earth, You are the day and You are the night, You are all pervading

air, You are the sacred offering of rice and flowers and of water;

You are Yourself all in all, What can I offer You? `````````` In your

mother's womb you vowed not to be born again. When will you recall the

vow? And die, even while alive (to all desire, and be released from

birth and death.) Great honor will be yours in this life and greater

honor after death. ````````` I came straight And straight I shall

return. How can the crooked lead me astray? Surely, no harm can come

to me: He knows me from the beginning of time, And loves me.

````````` Patience to endure lightening and thunder, Patience to face

darkness at noon, Patience to go through a grinding-mill - Be patient

whatever befalls, doubting not that He will surely come to you.

````````` Whatever work I did became worship of the Lord; Whatever

word I uttered became a mantra; Whatever this body of mine

experienced became the sadhana of Saiva Tantra illumining my path to

Parmasiva. `````````` Whence I have come and by which way, I do not

know. Whither I shall go and by which way, I do not know. Were I to

know the end of it all and gain the knowledge of the truth, (it would

be well, for otherwise_ life here is but an empty breath. ``````````

Now I saw a stream flowing; Now neither bank nor bridge was seen. Now

I saw a bush in bloom; Now neither rose or thorn was seen. ``````````

I practiced what I read, and learnt what was taught. From its jungle

abode I brought the lion down As I a jackal would; (From pleasure of

the world I pulled my mind away). I practiced what i preached, and

scored the goal. `````````` I renounced fraud, untruth, deceit; I

taught my mind to see the One in all my fellow men. How could I then

discriminate between man and man, And accept the food offered to me

by brother men? ````````` Should you, in this body seek The Supreme

Self that dwells within, Greed and illusion soon removed, A halo of

Glory will surround this very body of yours. ````````` Ill or well,

whatever befalls, let it come. My ears will not hear, My eyes will

not see. When the Voice calls from within the inmost mind, The lamp

of faith burns steady and bright, even in the wind. ````````` When

can I break the bonds of shame? When I am indifferent to jibes and

jeers. When can I discard the robe of dignity? When desires cease to

nag my mind. `````````` Only one word 'Om' I studied The same word

'Om' I reared in my heart, The same 'Om' I ;earned And smoothed on a

stone: A bit of grass I was, yet I changed to gold. `````````` I

Lalla willfully entered the garden door (of self) There I saw Shiva

and Shakti Merged in one: Absorbed in that VISION, I Dissolved in Him

alive. Realised the essence and, Tasted the sweetness of The Divine

Secret, I would die while alive - How can He stop me? `````````` Fair

or foul, satire or sarcasm, all I deserve: Blockade of audition,

screening eyes, As the voice of God tickled My consciousness: My

burning lamp sparkled Even in raging storms. ``````````` In the midst

of the ocean with unspun thread, I am towing the boat: Would that God

grant My prayer and, Ferry me too, across: Water in my unbaked

earthen plates Seeps in and none collects Yearn and yearn To return

Home.

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THE PUZZLE OF THE NEVERENDING STORY Like bricks in a jigsaw puzzle

life is falling into place, one by one, night and day, horror and

glory, we hasten onward fearing finished work the most. Where can we

goto get the picture,understand the story,when the final piece is

found?

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Forever in the round,something is here for us to know.This piece of

puzzle, sharp edged,lets no dark sheet sustain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alan

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