Guest guest Posted September 22, 2006 Report Share Posted September 22, 2006 Now please bring your small child home (Hymn of Ramprasad Sen) My attraction to this world of convention Consists of empty expectation Without the slightest ground. I am a honey bee buzzing around The lotus flowers on a tapestry. This enchanting scene, O Mahamaya Is composed solely from your silken threads, Your brilliant strands of consciousness. Playfully you persuaded me That the bitter fruit of egocentric desire Is sweeter than sugar. Greedily I consumer this strange fruit. Its sharp taste remains in my mouth Day after day You drew my soul to this relative plane By the promise of wonderful communion, But this divine play in the mode of separation Has been severely disappointing. Sings your poet of mystic union: "O Kali, the drama of my life was composed and acted out in the blazing summer field of destiny. Now please bring your small child Home Through the fragrant cool of the evening, Cradled in your arms, lost in your gaze, Disappearing in your love." "Mother of the Universe: Visions of the Goddess and Tantric Hyms of Enlightenment" Author: Lex Hixon At the Respected Lotus Feet of Divine Mother and Gurujis. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 24, 2006 Report Share Posted September 24, 2006 That's so beautiful, isn't it Kalia? Jai Maa! Chris , "kaliananda_saraswati" <kaliananda_saraswati wrote: > > Now please bring your small child home > (Hymn of Ramprasad Sen) > > My attraction to this world of convention > Consists of empty expectation > Without the slightest ground. > I am a honey bee buzzing around > The lotus flowers on a tapestry. > This enchanting scene, O Mahamaya > Is composed solely from your silken threads, > Your brilliant strands of consciousness. > > Playfully you persuaded me > That the bitter fruit of egocentric desire > Is sweeter than sugar. > Greedily I consumer this strange fruit. > Its sharp taste remains in my mouth > Day after day > You drew my soul to this relative plane > By the promise of wonderful communion, > But this divine play in the mode of separation > Has been severely disappointing. > > Sings your poet of mystic union: > "O Kali, the drama of my life > was composed and acted out > in the blazing summer field of destiny. > Now please bring your small child Home > Through the fragrant cool of the evening, > Cradled in your arms, lost in your gaze, > Disappearing in your love." > > > "Mother of the Universe: Visions of the Goddess and Tantric Hyms of > Enlightenment" > Author: Lex Hixon > > At the Respected Lotus Feet of Divine Mother and Gurujis. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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