The Dance of Life

My Inner Pilot discourages me

In the morning
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from bitter complaining.

In the afternoon
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from constant competing.

In the evening
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from useless brooding.

At night
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from fruitless dreaming.

In the afternoon
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from constant competing.

In the evening
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from useless brooding.

At night
My Inner Pilot
Discourages me from fruitless dreaming.

Yet You are fond of me

God, I am absent-minded;
Yet You are fond of me.

God, I am negligent;
Yet You are fond of me.

God, I am insecure;
Yet You are fond of me.

God, I am impure;
Yet You are fond of me.

God, why are You so fond of me?
“My child, I am fond of you,
Because
You try,
Because
You cry.”

A yawning gulf

A yawning gulf between
My vision-tree and my reality-plant.
A yawning gulf between
The place I love to live and the place I live.
I love to live under the vault of heaven.
Alas, my existence lives
In the valley of the shadow of death.
Peace has escaped my remembrance;
Delight, too.
But I know a swing of the pendulum
Will change my face and fate.
My surrender supreme
Shall marry my dream-boat
With my reality-shore.

I am learning

I am learning the art of listening.
I wish to be an eternal student.
I am learning the art of believing.
I wish to be an eternal believer.
I am learning the art of serving.
I wish to be an eternal servant.
I am learning the art of becoming.
I wish to be
The father of my silver dreams.
I wish to be
The son of my golden realities.

Real hopes

The heaven of real hopes
Arches over me.
Surrender, the master in me,
Knowledge, the servant in me,
Are together playing.
The heaven of real realities
Starts my unfailing engine: Truth.
The heaven of real realities
Generates my illumining electricity: Love.
My sure will moves the world within;
My pure thought moves the world without.

In quest of the satisfaction-queen

His life was an infinitude of quest.
Satisfaction denied him her presence.
Helpless he was.
Miserable he became.
At last a blue bird
From deep within lovingly announced:
“Argue not with your brooding self.
Satisfaction-queen will be yours.
Your meditation shall shake hands
with God-manifestation.
God-manifestation shall shake hands
with your perfection.”

Never shall I fail

Failure
Is not falling down.
Failure
Is desiring to live
Where I have fallen.

I cry for Heaven.
Therefore
Never
Shall I fail.

I try for earth.
Therefore
Never
Shall I fail.