WHEN A DEAR ONE STANDS ALONE
In times of trouble manifest your manhood and manifest your heart as well, for both shall sustain and carry you through to the lotus feet of the blissful Mother wherein lies life's eventual end.
Unto that reunion with Thee, O Mother, all beings evolve and move along life's tortuous path through pleasure and pain and the lessons learnt till freedom calls for the final time and the soul departs, never to return. Wherefrom sprang thus the soul and where for good did it so merge? The ends we know not, only the interim know, and trust the Lord for the ends that be.
My soul, be firm in this hour that dawns when dawn shall herald the morn to be and take off all dross from thee, my soul, to clear the vision that clouded is.
Life's a shadow, a momentary gleam that shines upon this material mass and leaves it then for a fresher abode, a subtler realm, a place serene.
So, why weepest thou, my friend forlorn? Who tells thee that bereft thou art? The Atman shines the same in all through thick and thin in thee, in thine.
Written by Sugata Bose
In times of trouble manifest your manhood and manifest your heart as well, for both shall sustain and carry you through to the lotus feet of the blissful Mother wherein lies life's eventual end.
Unto that reunion with Thee, O Mother, all beings evolve and move along life's tortuous path through pleasure and pain and the lessons learnt till freedom calls for the final time and the soul departs, never to return. Wherefrom sprang thus the soul and where for good did it so merge? The ends we know not, only the interim know, and trust the Lord for the ends that be.
My soul, be firm in this hour that dawns when dawn shall herald the morn to be and take off all dross from thee, my soul, to clear the vision that clouded is.
Life's a shadow, a momentary gleam that shines upon this material mass and leaves it then for a fresher abode, a subtler realm, a place serene.
So, why weepest thou, my friend forlorn? Who tells thee that bereft thou art? The Atman shines the same in all through thick and thin in thee, in thine.
Written by Sugata Bose
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