Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
A hundred times.
Come, yet again, come, come.
The great religions are like branches
Of one spreading tree:
It is alone in its growth,
Although it has birthed many shoots.
And is it ever possible that branches
Would suddenly, in anger, hit each other?
Religions are the same as branches,
That grew from one big tree.
And these, Shri Mataji’s words, not without reason
All men with thankfulness accept.
It’s time to understand
That we are brothers,
Beyond the races, nationalities, and faiths,
And independent of our skin colors.
Because like branches
Just one root we have!
The Lord is one
Though there are many paths,
That lead to Him –
The goal is always one:
The mountain peak that pierces clouds.
The goal of life is union with God.
Let’s not forget Whose Image and Likeness we carry,
And we will understand to where we aspire.
Source: Mikhanovsky, Vladimir. Hope Faith Love: The Road to God. Pune, India: Nirmal Transformation, 2007.
I see a mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi
Mother, please, unite my attention with my true atmic Self
Mother, please, keep my attention in your Divine Lotus Feet
Mother, please, make me thoughtless, centered in present
Mother, please, purify and balance my subtle system
Mother, please, make me egoless, superegoless, unconditional forgiver
Mother, please, open my heart
Mother, please, establish integration in my Sahasrara
Mother, please, make me a perfect divine instrument
Mother, please, make me a permanent citizen of Virata
Mother, please, dissolve my Spirit in the Divine Spirit
Mother, please, make me one with The Divine Oneness
Mother, please, use me as an assistant of your transforming work
In converting of humankind into a Race of Pure Divine Love
Mother, please, give me love to love your entire Creation