ODE TO THE MASTER
The divine farmer tilled the land
She sowed the seeds of seva, sadhana and satsang
She poured the water of divine grace
And lo and behold, tiny saplings are showing their pretty heads!
I have the firm belief that these saplings will grow into plants
and plants into trees as the divine farmer keeps nurturing them!
There is a new meaning to my life, a new spring in my step
My goal is clear to me now
There will be obstacles on the path
But now my divine guide with a beacon light walks by my side
So, no fear or doubts in my mind about reaching the destination
I am in the safe hands of the divine boatman who will row me across the ocean of sansara!
With pranams at the lotus feet of the Master
Seema Mishra, Kolkata.