Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 1

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Twenty-seven thousand
Indeed, the distance is too long.
But my Beloved Lord Supreme
Says to me,
“My child, the distance is too short.
In top secrecy I am telling you:
I shall walk with you
All the way.”


Every day my entire being
Receives a blessingful boon
From my Lord Supreme,
And that boon is
A beauty-flooded dawn of joy.


Choice is my unnecessary imperfection
In my desire-life.
Choice is my indispensable perfection
In my aspiration-life.


I am a chosen instrument
Of my Lord Supreme
Not because I have done
Something great for Him,
Not because I shall do
Something good for Him,
But because He wants to do
Something divinely great
And supremely good
In and through me.


I shall become a purity-prayer
So that my heart
Can safely climb up to God.

I shall become a luminosity-meditation
So that God’s Delight
Can easily enter into me.


Since God has not given up
His Vision-Transcendence-Dance,
How can you give up
Your God-manifestation-song?


You are useless!
Therefore you do not fight
Against ignorance the intruder.

You are stupid!
Therefore you do not want
God the Lover to fight for you.


A soulful cry, where is it?
Inside my heart.
A powerful smile, where is it?
Inside my soul.
A bountiful blessing, where is it?
Inside my life.
And where am I, myself?
Inside God’s unknowable Vision-Eye.


If you and your mind are afraid
Of a silence-life,
That means you are nowhere near
God’s Transcendental Throne.


My mind was fond of
God’s Greatness.

My heart is fond of
God’s Goodness.

My life shall be fond of
God’s Oneness.


My Lord, how can I be pleased with You
When You do not give me
What I want?
“My child, I cannot be cruel to you.
You want from Me
The bondage of the finite.
I want to give you and I shall give you
Only the freedom of the Infinite.”


O Inspiration-Runner,
I love your running.
It is so beautiful.

O Aspiration-Climber,
I love your climbing.
It is so soulful.

O Realisation-Diver,
I love your diving.
It is so powerful.


In the morning
My Lord gives me
A powerful concentration-arrow.

In the evening
My Lord gives me
A beautiful meditation-bow.

At night
My Lord asks me to kill
My ferocious ignorance-tiger.


My mind’s brooding doubt-sea
My Lord’s ever-illumining Patience-Sun:
Who can unmistakably
Predict the result?


God and His Infinity’s Power
My mind wants.
God and His Immortality’s Love
My heart needs.


O my mind,
Do unlearn quickly!
O my heart,
Do learn soulfully!
O my soul,
Where are you hiding
Sleeplessly and calmly?
O my God,
I am here!
I need You only,


The Vision-Eye
Of my Beloved Supreme
Thinks of me.

The Compassion-Heart
Of my Beloved Supreme
Loves me.

The Forgiveness-Life
Of my Beloved Supreme
Immortalises me.


My prayer-cry is making my heart
Beautiful and soulful.
My meditation-smile is making my life
Powerful and fruitful.


My Beloved Supreme never reminds me
Of my tiny ant-promises.
Alas, why do I remind Him every day
Of His mighty Lion-Promises?


O my stupid mind,
Do not dare to challenge
My heart’s sleepless
And breathless faith
In my Lord Supreme.
Also, do not dare to challenge
My soul’s birthless
And deathless oneness
With my Lord Supreme.


During my morning God-Hour meditation,
My Beloved Supreme said to me:
“My child, your heart-ecstasy’s
Is not a secret treasure
But always a sacred,
Supremely sacred, treasure.”


When I am inside my mind,
I am a helpless sigh
Of utter failure.

When I am inside my heart,
I am a mounting flame
Of divine love.

When I am inside my soul,
I am a translucent smile
Of my Beloved Supreme.


Yesterday my success-life
Made me godless.
Today my progress-heart
Has made the world speechless.
Something more,
My Beloved Supreme now tells me
That my life has become totally flawless.


You have blindfolded your vision-eye
Yet when, out of His boundless Bounty,
God comes to your rescue,
You blindly refuse to accept
His unconditional Help.


I call it life.
My soul calls it beauty’s temple.
I call it death.
My soul calls it purity’s shrine.


You are a chosen child of God,
Yet you envy.
Whom do you envy?
You envy your own totally forgotten
And astonishingly unrecognised
Boundless oneness-self.


In my life’s battlefield,
At long last my world-division-mind
Has unconditionally surrendered
To my God-oneness-heart.


If you do not become
A conscious God-lover,
Then you will always remain
A stranger to your own
Absolute vision-heights.


Do you know that I am
A very special member
Of God’s immediate family?
Do you know that at every moment
I am being guided, moulded,
Perfected and liberated
By God’s fondest instrument-child:


What is my human mind
If not a life of sheer nothingness?
What is my human heart
If not a life of fragile littleness?
What is my divine soul
If not a life of supernal newness?
Who is my Supreme Lord
If not the Life of Universal Oneness
And Transcendental Fulness?


The God-lover who prays
With a sincere mind,
Meditates with a soulful heart
And serves with an unconditional life
Is a hero-warrior
Of God-Immortality’s infinite Delight
Who is journeying home.


You know that it takes time
For the mind to become
Sincerely spiritual.
How is it that you are unwilling
To give your life the needed time
To become perfectly perfect?


Right from the day I was born
I have been maintaining a very strict diet
Of God’s very special food:
His Eternity’s Compassion
His Immortality’s Love.


Secretly you enjoy climbing
The staircase of despair.
Openly you enjoy gathering
Your life’s incapacity-sighs.


My prayer wants to conceal
The impurity of my unnatural sound-life.
My meditation wants to reveal
The beauty of my Lord’s
Natural Silence-Life.


Your aspiration tells you
That God you can have.
Your dedication tells you
That God you already have.
Your realisation tells you
That God you always have been.


My constant happiness entirely depends
On the quality of my gratitude-heart
And on the quality of my surrender-life
To the Will of my Inner Pilot.


Nothing is as eternally beautiful
As my life’s surrender-dance.
Nothing is as infinitely fruitful
As my heart’s gratitude-song.


I deeply admire
Your three astonishingly
Sincere confessions:
You have not prayed to God
Even once in your entire life
You speak ill of God the creation
You serve God and help man
Quite unwillingly.


You do not want to live for others.
That is fine with me.
You do not want to live with others.
That is fine with me.
You do not want to live for me.
That is fine with me.
You do not want to live with me.
That is fine with me.
But if you do not want to live
For God’s full Manifestation on earth,
I shall never be pleased with you.
And if you do not want to live with
God the Lover and God the Beloved,
I shall not only be displeased with you,
But I shall never forgive you,


O my heart,
Can you not become
A climbing sun?

O my life,
Can you not become
An expanding sky?


As a doubting mind
Finds no comfort on earth,
Even so, a loving heart
Finds no comfort in the grave.


My Lord Supreme,
You are both
The Creator and the creation.
Why is it so difficult for me
To thank You as the creation?

“My child,
Because of the capacity
I have given you
To serve My creation,
You are thanking Me, the Creator.
Because of the opportunity
My creation has given you
To serve Me,
Can you not thank Me, the creation?”


You are not
What others think you are.
You are not
What you claim to be.
Others think of you
As a useless human being.
You claim to be
A perfect human being.
Now I shall tell you
What you actually are.
You are an eternal pilgrim
Walking along the road of aspiration
Towards the destined goal:
And your perfection is another name
For God’s complete Satisfaction.


My Lord, every day I see those
Who are creating so-called happiness
Through self-deception.
They think and feel
That they are absolutely perfect.
What can I do with them?
What can I do for them?

“My child, you do not have to do
Anything with them or for them.
Just remain silent.
Your silent indifference
Will be the most severe punishment.”


Only a mind
That has learnt a bitter lesson
Realises what an extraordinary sacrifice
The aspiring heart has already made for it
And how many more sacrifices
Are yet to follow.


A mind of wandering thoughts
Will sooner or later have to face
Life-devouring worries and anxieties.


My Lord, do not tell me
What Your Will is.
Without knowing Your Will
I shall try to fulfil it.
Because, my Lord,
If I first learn Your Will
And then execute it,
Who knows,
I may not be as happy.


My Master’s race
Has already begun,
And I shall make
The perfect choice:
My heart shall be with him
And my life shall be for him alone.


I may not be
A great truth-seeker.
I may not be
A great God-lover.
But not to tell the world
About God’s Compassion-Eye
And Forgiveness-Heart
Would be a destructive
And unfortunate mistake.


My Lord, do examine me.
Do examine the extravagance
Of my doubting mind.
Do examine the sincerity
Of my heart’s climbing cry.


Your heart lives
In a remote land
Of hope.
Your mind lives
Inside a devastating flood
Of fear.
But yours is the soul
That will never give up
Until it has indisputably won
The God-manifestation-race.


My Lord Supreme,
This time I shall be
A good seeker.
I shall definitely
Spare You the torment
Of waiting for me any longer.


Mind, my mind,
Are you not ashamed
Of walking every day
Along the stupidity-street?

Heart, my heart,
Are you not tired
Of walking every day
Along the insecurity-path?

Soul, my soul,
I definitely know
You will accompany me
When I start walking consciously
Along Eternity’s Road.


To consume the poison
Of your suspicion-mind,
What you need
Is a new inspiration-start
And a new aspiration-journey.


God is not ashamed
Of what you say and do.
You do not have to be ashamed
Of what you are.
Just give God cheerfully
As many chances as He needs
To correct and perfect you.


The universal discovery
Of all God-lovers:
God’s Compassion-Height
Is God’s Vision’s
Transcendental Justice-Light.


The winter of my life’s lethargy-night
Is over.
The spring of my soul’s action-delight
Has come.
Now God has given me
The capacity to reveal His Satisfaction
Through my perfection-life.


My mind is always unwilling
To ask God
What He thinks of it —
For fear of the answer.


Each day
Is a hopelessly futile day,
And each day
Shall remain a hopelessly futile day,
If I cannot cheerfully cast aside
The impurity-ink
Of my mind.


Who asks you to remain
Buried beneath the soil
Of self-indulgence?
Tell me, who?
I am ready to guide you
Along the age-old path
Of self-discipline —
But are you ready?


When you are trapped
Between your mind’s disbelief
And your heart’s belief,
Invoke your Lord Supreme
To rebuke you sharply.
You will before long
Swim in the sea of wisdom-delight.


My Lord Supreme,
There was a time when I did many things
To please myself.
Now I am doing only one thing,
Not for me but for You.
I am watering my life’s
With my gratitude-tears.


My eyes are so blind
That they do not see
My Lord’s Compassion.

My heart is so dull
That it does not feel
My Lord’s Compassion.

My mind is so arrogant
That it does not care for
My Lord’s Compassion.

My vital is so stupid
That it thinks it does not need compassion
Either from earth or from Heaven.

My body is so lethargic
That it enjoys ignorance-sleep
All the time.
Therefore, it does not even know
What compassion is.

But my soul is fully awakened.
Therefore, it unmistakably knows
That the breath of my perfection-life
Lives inside my Lord’s


You are unwise
If you are satisfied
With today’s inner flames,
And do not try to increase
Your receptivity-light,
For, who knows,
Tomorrow’s outer sun
May not rise at all.


What is it like to be another God?
It is like attaining
Not only your unattained self
But also your unattainable Self.


God has made many roads
Leading to Him
Since God wants to please
Each individual in his own way,
As He Himself wants to be pleased
In His own Way.


A cheerful self-giving
And a powerful God-becoming
Are the obverse and reverse
Of the life-perfection-coin.


No outer aptitude can ever equal
The inner aptitude for self-transcendence
And God-Satisfaction.


O my doubting mind,
Let us say a final farewell
And invoke Eternity
To appreciate our stupendous parting.


My proud mind
Does not stop talking about God.
Alas, alas!

My timid heart
Has not started talking about God.
Alas, alas!


If your eyes want to see the world,
Then do it, but measure.
If your heart wants to love the world,
Then do it, but don’t measure.


You have installed
Teeming fears and doubts
In the confusion-chamber
Of your mind.
How then can you install God
And His Infinity’s Splendour-Delight
On the illumination-throne
Of your heart?


Before you dare to analyse God,
You must tranquillise your mind,
Organise your life
And sensitise your heart.


Your only complaint against me
Is that I am incapable
Of being false,
Even when necessity demands.

My only complaint against you
Is that you are incapable
Of being indifferent,
Even when necessity demands.


Do you know
What failure has taught you?
It has taught you
Not to make any compromise
With ignorance-night.


Soul, my soul,
You save me from constant
Invasions of death.
Soul, my soul,
You welcome the teeming
Sighs of my life.
Alas, I do not consciously
Love you
And yet I desperately
Need you.


The outer sun is not new every day,
But the inner sun is.
The outer sun
Asks me to climb up
To the Himalayan heights.
The inner sun
Tells me to remain sleeplessly
On my Himalayan peak.


The human in me foresees my life
As a hopeless battle.
The divine in me foresees my life
As a peerless God-victory.
It is I who have to make
The correct decision.
I shall either allow myself
To be discouraged by giant fears,
Or I shall prepare myself
For God’s God-Embrace.


My inspiration-smile
Is my secret power.
My aspiration-cry
Is my sacred power.
My realisation-song
Is my God-manifesting power.


Mine is the mind that wants to be
Reunited with ignorance-power.
Mine is the heart that wants to be
Reunited with wisdom-king.
Mine is the life that wants to be
Reunited with perfection-emperor.


Your life is invaded
By uncertainty-truths
Because your mind is reluctant
To enjoy the sun-vast dreams
Of God’s world.


Every morning
I faithfully do three things:
I climb far above
The clouds of my mind.
I master my despair-life.
I try to become a champion instrument
Of my Lord’s Satisfaction-Delight.


A single breath
Of impurity-night
Can fell the hope-tree
Of your outer life
And the promise-tree
Of your inner life.


He is at once
The professor of his desire-life
And the student of his mind’s


Do not try to conceal
What your mind has.
You will badly fail.
Try to reveal
What your soul has and is.
You will speedily succeed.


Every door can be shut —
But not death’s door.
Every room can be ignored —
But not life’s room.


A true God-lover’s aspiration-heart
And dedication-life
Can and will enjoy
The beauty-hours
Of Heaven-days.


You are your burdened life.
You are your sense-hunger.
How then can you expect your heart
To liberate you?


Your life has teeming problems.
Your mind has become
A chain of falsehood-mountains.
But God knows and tells the world
That He will transform your earth-life
Into His own Heaven-Home.


Yesterday I was sincere.
Therefore, I admitted
That I have human weaknesses.
Today I am again sincere.
Therefore, I am admitting
That my Lord Supreme
Is transforming me
Fast, very fast,
Into His divine instrument


Now that your mind is totally shattered
By its own absurd pretensions,
Your life will soon have
The capacity to reveal
God’s self-transcending Vision-Light
In and through you.


Because you approach every situation
With your heart’s moon-white poise,
God is granting you
His own Eternity’s universe-feeding Voice.


What is sleepless self-giving
If not the flowering of God-Delight
Inside your heart’s aspiration-garden?


God most compassionately told me:
Is quenchless thirst
In the desire-world.”

God most satisfactorily tells me:
Is endless nectar-delight
In the aspiration-world.”


I keep on praying and praying to God
For His Forgiveness.
God keeps on forgiving and forgiving
My entire existence-life.
God’s Heart and my soul feel
That this is an extremely charming
And illumining game.


Do not sink into despair!
Your obedience-light
In the heart of your aspiration
And in the life of your dedication
Is your highest victory
And God’s boundless Delight.


The day I threw myself
On God’s side,
God secretly granted me
Three world-loving, world-illumining
And world-fulfilling lessons:
How to cry for the world
How to smile at the world
How to serve Him in the world


My Beloved Supreme,
I shall without fail
Tame everything in my life
Save and except
My heart’s sleepless tears
To realise You.


Are you absolutely sure
That your heart cries for God only?
If so, then rest assured,
God will before long give you
His Eternity’s GOLDEN ALL.

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