Entering the Golden Age

Wash O man the heart with the sweet tears of pure devotion… Let the tears of repentance flow and let the past wash away. The great moment is before you…right now…where you are to take yourself with conviction to the Divine Feet and offer the tear that holds in it the innocence…the innocence where you know nothing…want nothing…ask nothing…doubt nothing…fear nothing…the innocence where you are and God is…simply that…nothing else…ever to come…ever to go…and ever else to be…

O Man that carries
The bag of sorrows
Breathe the name
Of God
At each and every moment
And let not
A single thought
That makes you doubt
Your own truth
Take you away…
Away…into a world
Of tear and pain…

Think not for
What has yet not come…
Do only
The deed of peace
Walk there
Where the seeds of right
Wait to germinate
And never turn back…
Never turn
To the past
That you have left behind…

Eat only that
Which shall keep you
Awake…vigilant…and blissful in truth
Rest in the songs
That the heart sings
When you have lit
With the light of the atma
The day of pure love…
Everything shall come to you
In time…and at the perfect moment
Stand still
And hear
The voice of the atma
It shall tell you
What the world
Can never speak…

O Man that looks
For the heavens
In the skies
O Man that runs
To temples…mosques
And churches
To touch the Feet of God
But forgets
To turn toward
And touch
The golden heart within
Run not here and there
For God is there
Where you are ready  
To see Him…

The grace of God
Is always with you…
What can you plead
For Him to give
He has already
Given Himself to you………….
Believe O Man…
Believe that you walk
In His shadow
Let go of the bag of worries
There is no pain
When you take
The tiny steps of faith…
Take the step
And you shall see
Heaven peek
Through the golden heart
Within yourself…
The golden heart
That speaks
In the silent thought of God…

O Man
That stumbles   
Over doubt and fear
God is with you
From the moment
Your eye saw the world
And the breath
Entered the body…
With that breath
Speak His name
Sing His glory
And live each day…
You need
Never to ask
For in His love
He knows all…
The gifts He shall grant to you
When you are at rest…
It is that bag of grace O Man
That you must carry
On your back
With a smile of kindness
And a hand
Gentle, filled with compassion
You must do
The deed of good.
Those that you serve
Are only the brothers
That you have known not.
They shall make you
Forget your sorrows
And make you remember
The Hand of the Mother
That carries you……
You shall serve them
With the strength
That you shall receive…from Him…
While you give the strength
You knew not…you had…
You knew not you could ever give....

O Man that shall
Return to the heaven within
It takes only a moment
To receive the Universe
May the moment be now…
Now…for you…
For being with God…always
Is the truth
For which you are born and for which you die
The rest is a dream…that has happened only
While you slept and forgot to remember Him……and remain awake…. in yourself…

O Man that carries
The bag of sorrow
Breathe the name
Of God
At each and every moment
Say His name...
Sing His praise….
And enter O Blessed One
Into…………….
Into the Golden moment………