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The Lost Sheep

The Lost Sheep Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a shepherd. And he had one hundred excellent sheep. One of the sheep though good and obedient Was deaf and blind. Whenever the shepherd took his sheep out to graze The poor blind sheep would get lost And the kind shepherd would pet him And tell him it's all right. This went on day after day after day And the shepherd finally lost his temper And cursed the sheep Which was blind and Deaf The curse was that from now on You, miserable creature, From now on You are on your own. And little blind sheep was sad He couldn't hear the words He couldn't see his Master But he could feel the anger in the air. And the anger made him sad He thought it must be his fault. Being deaf and blind And forever wandering off from the flock. And the shepherd was happy With his nine and ninety sheep That were perfect in eye and ear And never gave him much bother. Next day when they went to graze The master n

Hope and Prayer

Holy Mother You looked resplendent today, Happy,elated and smiling I am so glad You realized my predicament The crimson candles melt away to nothingness at your holy feet I watch with hands folded in silent prayer You understand the meaning of Today. You have given your promise. I leave my hopes in your blessed hands Mother of the world. I place all my faith in you And my everlasting love. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 8-May-2013
Divine Mother Holy Mother Many are your names Many your manifestations Limitless your love And your kindness My true  Mother My worship is without condition My devotion to you flows down the eons All knowing Mother of the universe All embracing Mother of Creation Your children thrive in your care Take care of her. She is your beloved, Although she doesn't realize it yet. You are the great healer Take care of her. You are Love Love Her as you love all of us. You called me a week ago After a long time The three candles of creation, sustenance and dissolution Burned at your feet I bleed as the wax. Take care of her Holy of Holies.

Easter

The Holy week has begun. The long wait of the lent draws to a climax. My brother and teacher-forgive me for this year I cannot come to your temple in physical person. But I see you. And I see our Mother.
Holy Mother This Year I am unable to come to you for the Easter. You know why. I will not be able to keep vigil over my brother. But my mind and heart is with you All the time.

Follow Me

"Follow Me" (John 1:43). That is what you ordered me today. That is the third straight command from you on "following". And every time it has been the same- Follow me. I have been trying to do that for ages. Tell me how, Rabbi. I know. Deny myself, Take up my cross and Follow You. (Matt 16:24) I know that routine. I have denied myself. My cross has long been on my shoulders. The part which remains and which baffles me  is following you. And today is the third day you have ordered me to follow you. How am I supposed to do that, Rabbi. What does it mean- Follow me? All this time and up to this time I thought I knew what it means and now you and our holy mother have revealed to me  that I know not, that "follow me" beckons to the depths of my ignorance. You were looking at me when you gave that peremptory order, that order from across eons which would brook no denial. I have seen the severity of your gaze and I do not wonder that the traveler to

The Second Day

Today you were more benign. I did see you But You chose not to frighten me. And the Mother, She too was all  smiles And you took me to John 17:4. What do you mean by "finished the work you gave me to do" ? It is not over, rabbi If it were over why am I still a sinner? Why have people forgotten to love their enemies? And the question I asked you yesterday The question which infuriated you Remains unanswered. When will you tell me why you chose the path of suffering, You who are part of god, and full of power. I know the standard answers, Brother, but that is not enough For I know that those answers are only partly right. Maybe some day, you will regard me as worthy of the true answer.