Beyond the Angels, their choirs of flame,Beyond Archangels who whisper His Name,Beyond Ascended Masters who bow in grace,Resides the Eternal, the Formless Place. No throne, no crown, no jeweled attire,Only the Source, the Endless Fire.The Light that births a billion suns,The Ocean where all rivers run. Duality wounds me, it rips, it tears,A thousand storms …
My mind is enticed by the Guru’s sweet flame,Beholding His presence, I’m never the same.Wonder strikes deeply, illusions all fall,The Name of the Lord is the anchor of all. The shackles of Maya, once binding and tight,Are shattered to pieces in radiant Light.Focusing gently on Naam’s sacred sound,I rise from the ashes, no longer bound. …