To their rules about Your name and form There’s no need for me to conform, For I know by them You’re not bound, This to my surprise is what I found, And when I made this discovery, From all their rules I was set free!

The knowledge that you truly need You won’t get from books you read. For that, what you need to do is Listen in silence to the voice of His Speaking to you in order to convey Whatever it is that He wants to say. All the guidance that you truly need Will from this Inner Voice proceed, Revealed to you in words inside, So, please set all those books aside!

Do only what you really should, Anything beyond just isn’t good. More than that there’s no need, No, not even a tiny extra deed.   Sometimes, stop doing and just be. I know in your work you are busy, But do yourself this great favour: Non-doing’s joy sometimes savour.

It’s utterly mindboggling, is it not, That this Earth is merely a little dot In a universe that’s amazingly vast And is expanding increasingly fast! Almost impossible it is to understand That this Earth, in a cosmos so grand, Is a tiny speck in such a big universe, A shared home for species so diverse! Think how great the Maker of it all is, Given how huge is this universe of His!

“Yes, Lord” if I say and repeat In every situation that I meet, What else then have I to say? Yes, Lord, You have Your way, Your will be done, and not mine. “Yes, Lord”: may I repeat this line. That’s enough, just these words two, Cheerfully accepting whatever You do.

On Earth You’ve willed us to be Until our exit when You’ll decree. Why this drama, why this show, Of having to come, stay and go? Surely, there’s some reason grand That I just can’t seem to understand.

By Niggy Binkles “Wow! What beautiful weather! Such delightful sunshine!” squealed Dolcy as he peeped out of the window, while Chinku, his little sister, was busy playing games with Chit-Chat Tom, a ‘virtual' cat, on their shared laptop. Chinku leapt out of the chair and joined her brother at the window. “Oh my!” she exclaimed. “The sun looks like a giant blob of butter! Such a relief after many days of rain! Let’s go to Whispering Willows Apartments for a walk. I can buy som

When in Your wisdom You decreed From creeds’ shackles they be freed, These mere tricks of the human mind They abandoned and left far behind. Of the dross when they were purged, Into creedless Oneness they emerged. Who can tell, in mere words express, The bliss they found in this Oneness? When in this bliss they were drowned, The true Self in all at last they found.

The only purpose that I can see For me on Earth to continue to be Is to be and do as You want me to And then finally come back to You (For to You we’ll all finally return, And this life's reward we’ll earn). What purpose could there be more? I'm sure it’s all I must be here for.

Since for us Your children You do care, Being truly committed to our welfare, Make us from duality’s delusion to rise And the oneness of existence to realise. Please do this at once, grant this request, Of all things to ask, this surely’s the best!

We seem to be born and then to die, But what if birth and death are a lie? What if all beings are forms diverse Of the One Source of the Universe, Who was never born, and nor will die, And thus so’s the case with you and I, Who separate beings may seem to be, But are just faces of this One actually?

Maybe all’s from you, and so's the same, Be it love and hate, or praise and blame, Or joy and sorrow, and all gain and loss, All events occurring in Your vast cosmos. Only if all deeds’ doer You happen to be Can Your world make any sense to me.

‘May all beings and things be well’, More than this what need I tell? Speaking more’s too much a strain, Babbling on might drive me insane. If just these words I pronounce, Speaking more I can renounce, At least for a while until when I just have to speak once again.

You think all Earth is your ‘resource’, And it's for you to dictate its course, As if the whole world belongs to you, And you can do with it as you want to, As if all its affairs it's for you to dictate, And it's you alone who decides its fate. Ah, see how pompously you parade, But all such dreams must finally fade, And so will you, for the day'll arrive When no more will you be here alive, On Earth that you claim is your realm, For death must rush in to overwhelm, Then no mo

For aeons this has been the world’s affair: Billions come here from none knows where, They stay here awhile and then off they go, Can anyone explain why this has been so, This coming, staying and having to depart After each being has here played its part?   Man’s clever mind can many things find But can’t say for sure the purpose behind This beings’ on Earth being made to appear, Staying for a bit, then being taken from here. Shrouded in mystery this must ever remain Unless t

For long years I lived enslaved To beliefs I now see as depraved, In Your name, these being all a lie, That ethics and logic brazenly defy, Tales about You, false and perverse, 'Twas like living under a dark curse. Somehow, slowly I began to doubt What these beliefs were truly about, Which even in our ‘enlightened’ day Still hold millions under their sway.  Soon, I knew they couldn’t be true, These many lies they told about You. From them to be freed, oh such relief! No longe

Did I ask You to send me here, Where there’s such hate and fear? Was it with my full, firm consent That down to Earth I was sent? I can’t now recall, maybe I forgot, But perhaps it was all Your ‘plot’. If that is so, then it must be true That it’s best I hand it all to You, This time for which You so insist Down here on Earth I must exist. There’s no reason why I need do This task that’s best done by You.

To chant Your Name, oh what bliss! Not for anything this should I miss! Chanting Your Name, this I’ve found, Keeps the mind from buzzing around. How deep the calm—I feel so light, May I chant It often, day and night. On Earth to remain somewhat sane Amid the abundant sorrow and pain, Chanting Your Name, this I can say, Is a simple, easy and delightful way!

Please bless me that I’ll always excel, And the good I’ll do, I’ll do it all well, So that what's left of this life I spend In the manner that's best, till the end. May I do the tasks for me You’ve set, None of these leave out or else forget. May the moments of my each new day Be employed in the best possible way, So that now, and when to You I return, Your grace and Your pleasure I will earn.

No wonder you’re fast losing your mind, And a cure for this are desperate to find. You can’t keep quiet even a moment mere, Blabbering constantly, isn't it so my dear? In this way how much time you squander, Pause for a bit and on this please ponder. Think of the energy that all day you waste Talking when you needn’t, and in such haste, Like a river in a great rush, racing, in spate, No wonder your mind's in this insane state! Oh my, how you blabber, on and on you go! If you