Poetic RenderingWhat use is iron,even if it knows the alchemist’s chantdoes it become gold by knowing the words?What use is a lamp burning in the house,if the house of this…
Poetic RenderingBurn away the darknessfrom this mind of mine,O Lordmelt me clean.Heat me again in Your crucible,refine me to the true measure of gold.Break me, beat me,purify every flaw withinuntil…
Poetic RenderingThe elephant fears the ankusha's sharp point.The mountain fears the thunderbolt's shattering strike.The darkness fears the sun's conquering light.The forest fears the wildfire's raging might.And the five great sins,…
Poetic RenderingA true Bhakta must be testedjust as fine cloth is provedby the sharpness of a needle.And a Sharana living among saintsshould be like the fermented jowar brotha blend of…
Poetic RenderingGold lies hidden in the rough stone,fire sleeps within the green wood,and in the quiet breast of milkrests the sweetness of ghee.Just so, within this very heartYou dwell, O…
Poetic RenderingDo not steal. Do not kill. Speak no harsh word.Harbor no wrath. Bring no shame upon another.Do not boast of yourself. Slander no one in secret.This is the eternal…
Poetic RenderingIn places unseen and unknown,if they call us dull or foolish,let us look within and askwhy?They beckon us with no offering of worth,yet rejoice in belittling us.Let that be…
Poetic RenderingLike an idol of butter placed near the firehow long will it last? Tell me, O mind!So too, this tongue, these teeth, this smilewhat worth are they if used…
Poetic RenderingLike the silkworm, O Lord,You spin the universe from Your very being.No loom, no weaver, no spindleonly Your essence, flowering into worlds.From Yourself You give,within Yourself You nurture,and to…
Poetic RenderingThey bend low before the horse-traderbecause his coins glitterbut when they see the saint in tattered cloth,they turn away saying, “We have no time.”Such is the wisdom of this…