God’s Melodies Compel Mystical Union. {152.}

Radhasoami Dayal Ki Daya

Radhasoami Sahai

May Compassionate Radhasoami Shower His Grace

May Radhasoami Help

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Radhasoami!

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Yes, this is it,

quite tantalizingly close, anyway.

The whirl subsides,

the Beauty draws.

Mystically dancing by the very 

edge of limited human reality; 

as the ego gets beheaded,

I eerily slide off it,  

into the abyss that contains

heavens yielding their unalloyed truths.

The fulcrum that governs life,

the seat of the soul,

God’s aspect nascent within me,

face to face with God,

reborn into a functional force.

I transcend life’s measly bondage,

gliding among the eternal skies

of infinite awareness, consciousness, and

the bliss of reclaimed Home.  

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Radhasoami!

Skirting on the Surface Perenially. {94.}

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Radhasoami!

How long can this continue?
It is now getting unendurable.

This is just not it.

Mere skirting on the surface,
while the essence remains inaccessible.

Life has its own sundry
entanglements, limitations, compulsions and needs.

It merely perpetuates one’s bondage
to this world and life.

I long for the freedom
and transcendence that my soul
knows are its natural birthrights.

To slumber in life and
awaken blissfully to God within,
does not come quite easily.

I have been at it,
so may God help me;
I must gradually be nearing
the inner fusion I desire.

Let the soul awaken fast,
let God sanctify my soul.

God is to be realized,
I’ve had enough of this,
something must give way shortly,
I’ll access paradise very soon.

Radhasoami!
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