O RADIANT SPLENDOR
O radiant splendor that lends light to
the Soul,
Humble my arrogance
that blinds the vision of the shining Self
and veils the formless with form.
Immersed in the ocean of despair that
comes with
the glamours of desire and the illusions of misconception,
I seek freedom from my
personality-imposed conviction
to the jail of my life
That I have been condemned by myself and
fate to live.
"Detachment",
"Discrimination", "Meditation",
say the Masters;
Yet these seem so far with a mind like
mine:
Tempted by the covetable,
As unclear as a foggy morn,
And more unsettled than a mucky pond.
Beat true, O precious heart, for the Sun
doth shine,
though it may seem hidden by the clouds of glamour,
that rain tears of sorrow into my life;
There is light! For not all is darkness,
and indeed,
as the Sun brightens the night with morning,
So too does the Soul promise to enlighten
my sorrow with Joy.
And as the rain clouds bring such fear of
gloom,
yet bring nourishment to the soil,
preparing the plants for the Sun;
So too does glamour nourish the heart,
germinating the seeds of Joy,
allowing the rays of the shining Self
to feed my fruits as they grow towards the heavens.
In this growth, see clear the light,
discriminating it from darkness;
Let the seeds grow for the own sake,
detached from their fruits;
And meditate on that which emanates from
the shining Self,
for where there is light:
THERE IS JOY!