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                                                     Navaho Valley                                          

I ask all blessings,
I ask them with reverence,
of my Mother the earth,
of the sky, moon, and sun my Father.
I am old age: the essence of life,
I am the source of all happiness.
All is peaceful, all in beauty,
all in harmony, all in joy.

Anonymous Navaho (19th – 20th Century)

Rabindranath TagoreThou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near
and made a brother of the stranger.
I am uneasy at heart
when I have to leave my accustomed shelter;
I forget that there abides the old in the new,
and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others,
wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same,
the one companion of my endless life
who ever linkest my heart
with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none,
then no door is shut.
Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose
the bliss of the touch of the one
in the play of many.

Rabindranath Tagore

Pink, black and white butterflyThe man whispered, “God, speak to me,”
And a meadowlark sang.
But the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, “God, speak to me,”
And the thunder rolled across the sky,
But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you,”
And a star shone brightly.
But the man did not notice.

And the man shouted, “God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born.
But the man did not know.

So the man cried out in despair, “Touch me, God, and let me know You are here,”
Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.
But the man brushed the butterfly away –
And walked away unknowingly.

Author unknown

Shri Mataji

I sit, head bowed, and enjoy the shower of pure Chaitanya,
Golden, cooling and pure.
It washes every impurity in my being,
As powerfully as the Ganges rushes from the Himalayas,
Yet as gently as a mother cleanses her child.
A witness to this event, I enjoy.

I raise my head and see Your face, Our Holy Mother;
One glance and all the cares and tensions are dissolved.
Yet this is not the miracle, Holy Mother.

I sit amongst thousands all over the world,
Who are being cleansed and cared for by You,
As if they, not me, are the only one.
All are Your children;
All you care for as You do me.
Yet this is not the miracle.

The miracle is You, Our Holy Mother
Who chose to come to us in these days when we are at our worst.
You came to bless us and to bring us home.

Lisa

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