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.