A dilettante once walked in the rain,
Feeling cloistered, he dared to dream.
Engaged in fallacy, left in vain,
Wrapped in gauze and feeling cold, he began to cry and scream.
Catching him aback, cutting through the darkness,
Levitating two angels, captivated by beam.
Driving him by her speech, she sorted his mess.
Carving valor within him, he showed him his dream.
To whom you sent the angels with the magical key,
Unlocking the safe of happiness was the real me, just me.
Called Sudarshan Kriya, they presented him with a magical wand.
Sent by the divine, casting a spell to smile within almighty’s aura.
With alacrity, breathing into credence to form a love bond,
He danced to a legato rhythm in the divine’s outlandish orchestra.
He was touched and out went the melancholy,
He was blessed and with ease he ate the quince.
He was answered and he wore a smile happily,
He soon was gifted and bolstered by grace since.
The soul whom you kissed, like a bird flee,
Breathing with the wind was the real me, just me.
(The Two Angels)
For my teachers and my Guru...
Jai Gurudev :)