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

My dread of death and birth came to an end
When the Lord in his glorious hue
Revealed himself to me.
His light shone within me
And darkness disappeared.
When I contemplated within I obtained
The rare gem of the Lord’s Name;
In the wake of my bliss
All miseries fled away.
The jewel of my mind became absorbed
In the Lord’s love within;
Whatever now happens, O Lord.
I accept as Thy will.
One who lives in Thy will
Merges in Sahaj.
Says Kabir: My sins have become ineffective,
And my soul is suffused by the One
Who is the life of the entire creation.

Kabir

In this poem Kabir describes the devotee’s state of bliss on attaining God-realisation. His rounds of transmigration finally come to an end, the dark shadows of doubt and delusion melt away and he is free from all miseries. His mind, initially an obstacle on the spiritual path, becomes an ally when it starts relishing the spiritual joy within. Purified, it becomes still; from tinsel it emerges as a jewel. Realising the supreme authority of the Lord, the devotee accepts all that comes in his life as the Lord’s will, and thereby merges into the state of Sahaj.