Thought
Rain filled clouds quite suddenly
Appear encircled by the wind
And just as quickly they are gone
Blown far away by nature’s breath
This drama that our Mother plays
Delights pure mind and lifts the heart
Of those whose delicate senses see
Changes on the Great Light Screen
Nature’s unselfish task is done,
Sweet nurse on Herself imposed
Gently lifts souls by the hand
To show them every glory filled
Thus higher raised till glory found
Until the soul remembers well
Rescued from trackless desert dry
Her infinite river endless flows
(Ref Swami Vivekananda – Raja Yoga)
Prayer
O Lord thank you for appearing in many forms, so that I may worship Thee. Please grant us the purity of mind to see them. I surrender to Thy flow and let Thee lead me on. Glory unto to those who have realised their own nature; may their blessings be on us all.
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