Praise to Shri Mataji as The Supreme Poet

On Her poems "A Dust Particle" and "A Mountain"

Wednesday 20 October 2004.

Om twameva Sakshat Shri Param Kaviyitri Sakshat Shri Adi Shakti Mataji Shri Nirmala Devi Namo Namah

O Mother, Your writing is so sweet!

On reading Your poems we fall at Your Feet

Filled with exuberance and awe

Such poetry the world

have never seen before

All poets, scholars and incarnations

Have failed to give an explanation

On a state of oneness with the Divine

That You have described

just in several lines!

Dust	A reflection/prayer
I want to be smaller, Like a dust particle Which moves with the wind It goes everywhere, can go, Sit on the head of a king Or can go And fall at the feet of someone And it can go And sit everywhere But I want to be a particle of dust That is fragrant, That is nourishing That is enlightening.	A little particle of dust With the wind of Chaitanya it moves very fast It doesnâ€™t have any ego at all: At the feet of someone it can humbly fall Or it can sit on the head of a king And everywhere the fragrance it brings It spreads auspiciousness and love That God is pouring from above. Its power of penetration Can even give realization And it can pass through any door Because the ego is nomore. And just because it is so small It doesnâ€™t care for notice at all It doesnâ€™t want to earn any name It doesnâ€™t need recognition or fame It is a vehicle of God To spread his Love across the World. It all the places that are barren and dry The water dries out, but the dust survives And nothing can obstruct its way - To be like this we humbly pray.

Dust

A reflection/prayer

I want to be smaller,

Like a dust particle

Which moves with the wind

It goes everywhere,

can go,

Sit on the head of a king

Or can go

And fall at the feet of someone

And it can go

And sit everywhere

But I want to be a particle of dust

That is fragrant,

That is nourishing

That is enlightening.

A little particle of dust

With the wind of Chaitanya

it moves very fast

It doesnâ€™t have any ego at all:

At the feet of someone it can humbly fall

Or it can sit on the head of a king

And everywhere the fragrance it brings

It spreads auspiciousness and love

That God is pouring from above.

Its power of penetration

Can even give realization

And it can pass through any door

Because the ego is nomore.

And just because it is so small

It doesnâ€™t care for notice at all

It doesnâ€™t want to earn any name

It doesnâ€™t need recognition or fame

It is a vehicle of God

To spread his Love across the World.

It all the places that are barren and dry

The water dries out, but the dust survives

And nothing can obstruct its way -

To be like this we humbly pray.

Mountain	A reflection/prayer
I see a mountain from my window Standing like an ancient sage Desireless, full of love. So many trees and so many flowers They plunder the mountain all the time. Itâ€™s attention is not disturbed And when the rain pours like Many pitchers of clouds bursting And it fills the mountain with greenery. The storms may come soaring, Filling the lake with compassion And the rivers flow running down Towards the calling sea. The sun will create clouds and Wind carries on its feathery wings The rain on to the mountain. This is the eternal play The mountain sees Without desires.	The mountain that You described Is very silent from inside And with Your Being it is always One. It stands engrossed in Your Darshan You are its God, its only Source You fill it with Your Love and Force You fill it with Your Peace and Bliss And then the flowers and trees Take it inside like an amrut. They dig the mountain with the roots But in its Bhakti such state it reached That its attention is not breached And any storm it has to face It fills the mountain with Your Grace. Enjoying all that comes its way It never questions, never prays Because You stay inside its heart It never feels alone or apart It doesnâ€™t get desires as such Because it loves You very much And Markandeya knew very well That in the mountain You dwell.

Mountain

A reflection/prayer

I see a mountain from my window

Standing like an ancient sage

Desireless, full of love.

So many trees and so many flowers

They plunder the mountain all the time.

Itâ€™s attention is not disturbed

And when the rain pours like

Many pitchers of clouds bursting

And it fills the mountain with greenery.

The storms may come soaring,

Filling the lake with compassion

And the rivers flow running down

Towards the calling sea.

The sun will create clouds and

Wind carries on its feathery wings

The rain on to the mountain.

This is the eternal play

The mountain sees

Without desires.

The mountain that You described

Is very silent from inside

And with Your Being it is always One.

It stands engrossed in Your Darshan

You are its God, its only Source

You fill it with Your Love and Force

You fill it with Your Peace and Bliss

And then the flowers and trees

Take it inside like an amrut.

They dig the mountain with the roots

But in its Bhakti such state it reached

That its attention is not breached

And any storm it has to face

It fills the mountain with Your Grace.

Enjoying all that comes its way

It never questions, never prays

Because You stay inside its heart

It never feels alone or apart

It doesnâ€™t get desires as such

Because it loves You very much

And Markandeya knew very well

That in the mountain You dwell.

Please Mother help us meditate

So we reach the same deep state

Your poems are mantras for us

These qualities we humbly ask.

Om twameva Sakshat Shri Param Kaviyitri Sakshat Shri Adi Shakti Mataji Shri Nirmala Devi Namo Namah

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