We don’t know where us You’ll lead, But we do know that You we need, And that Your leading we must heed.

Maybe He said this to His child: ‘“Thanks” is a word just too mild For Me to be able to fully express The debt that I owe to you, no less, For the great joy that I've received In causing you to be conceived And brought into this world here, As My very own child to appear, So that as your Parent I could be, Thanks for doing all this for Me! True it is that were it not for you, Without all this joy I’d have to do. Had you not been by My side, This bliss I’d have been denied!”’

Some say it's true, while others not (It's been debated oh such a lot! ): That with Eve and Adam You once talked, In Eden's Garden with them You walked. If You really did this, just as they tell, You can do the same with us as well!

Did I hear You say of Man to me: 'His freewill’s a myth completely. One will alone on Earth prevails: Mine, even in the smallest details. I know to some this seems absurd, It's something they’ve never heard, But it’s really a fact, a truth supreme: Human freewill is a mere dream.'?

They tell us to You we must pray, To You some fixed words to say, And lengthy litanies to also recite, Claiming this is pleasing in Your sight. But this one fact they never said: True prayer is a dialogue instead, In which You hear, and speak, too, In the same way as we also do, In other words, You talk with us, Together, many things we discuss, On all subjects we can converse, Any topic in the whole universe! You and we being together to chat: True prayer is simply just th

Foolishly, those men declare That You now no longer care To speak with us human folks, Ah! What a really vile hoax, As if Your tongue’s now tied! How those knaves have lied! This is just so plain to see, For, You, I know, speak to me, And many others, I’m sure, too, Showing thus that You still do Speak with us just as before, What proof is needed more?

In surrender to You one can be in peace, Only so from fear can one gain release.

All their allotted portion receive, As per a rule we don’t perceive, Do the best with what’s to you assigned, Whatever in your share you get to find.

Another day now draws to a close, There’ll be a tomorrow, I suppose, Perhaps another will then arrive, And maybe I’ll still be on Earth alive To see another day’s dimming light And the onset of a soft, quiet night, But who knows how long this will repeat? It must end one day, when death I’ll meet.

You handle all of our cares, You take care of our affairs, What, at all, do we have to do? Nothing, for all is done by You. At best, our part is just this one: Witnessing You getting things done.

Ah, sweet friend Death I see, Rushing in a hurry towards me, Ever since I came to Earth here He’s been racing increasingly near, Outstretched hands held up high, A smile on his lips from afar I spy, How eagerly, like a long-lost friend, I see him speeding round the bend, Delighted, it seems, at the thought Of soon gaining what he’s long sought: To hold me, at last, in a tight embrace, And telling me what I must now face.

Joyfully I can greet each new day If I know You’re with me all the way, If this fact You make me understand: All through You’re holding my hand.

To life they don’t cling, for death they don’t pine, For them, either state of being is just equally fine.

Often, we respond to others’ behaviour towards us (whether ‘good’ and ‘bad’, as we might perceive it) by behaving in just the same way (with them and even with others). In doing so, we become like them. Because of this, we can become like the person whose behaviour we appreciate. But it can also happen that because of this, we become like the person whose behaviour we don’t appreciate, and so, our behaviour may begin to mirror theirs. From this we can learn to be mindful of t

There’s a Master Plan in place For each being on Earth’s face, So that what here they go through, And all the deeds they seem to do By God’s Will these all get done, And in this, choice they have none, For God the Sole Willer and Doer is, So that all happenings here are His.

The freewill we think we possess: What if it’s sheer delusion, no less, And we aren’t free to act at all (Though deeds’ doers ourselves we call), And that all deeds that here occur Are done by Him to whom as ‘God’ we refer, Sole Doer, acting through our body-mind To perform all deeds, of every kind, As He wills, just as He pleases, And from this He never ceases, So that in His Universe that’s so vast, Now, today, just as in the past, It’s His Will alone that does prevail, And