Love everyone and abhor none. Be blind
towards the humans wrongs, ignore their flaws
and smile at their tantrums. Behold…behind
their earthly gauze, the shiny mystic cause.
Make friends with people who tasted my grace,
who live my love and who eschewed with ease
the vicious paradox of life’s rat race.
They’re Gurus great, as rare as golden geese.
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Now you’ve the toughest task O maidens smart
in finding that Guru, who can take you
on a ride through earthly paths on numinous cart
to reach you my silent, love-filled milieu.
But lo, it’s hard to make a ripened fig
from rotten one. Don’t get carried away
by outer airs. Long beards and braids may jig
you into falling preys to spurious sway.
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Listen to hearts’ silent murmurs with care.
Behold the world around with inner eyes.
He may be there, well nigh eager to share
his ken and love, but in some layman’s guise.
The one who realized me, is me. The one
who reached the Guru’s feet in fact has reached
my cosmic feet. Know cowgirls blessed, we’re one
nottwo and bond this can never be breached.
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Hence find and reach such great Gurus, O maids
with folded hands and seek with humble mien
their tutelage and stay under their shades.
Serve them with love and listen to them keen.
Their gracious and serene company
itself lynches desires in you and drift
through you new tunes of orphic symphony
whetting your yearning for that unknown spirit.
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A parrot liv’ng around a hermitage
chants Vedic hymns. But lo a parakeet
in butcher’s cage bellows cuss words with rage.
The field you sow, decides the taste of wheat.
Your place and address speak the way you speak,
address and greet others O damsels keen.
Good fellowships emit fragrance, as reek
bad liaisons. Discern and choose your lean!
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