Inner voice of Saint Mai Swarup Mai Markand

 

DEAR MOTHER !!!

How very difficult hast Thou made my leaving the pen that was placed by Thee in my hand, to sing Thy Glory! More difficult than the drowning shipwrecked leaving the floating reed !! More difficult than a prisoner’s leaving embrace of his dearest mother just before being led away to his destination !! More difficult than my name-sake’s leaving Thy Lotus Feet at the final-end moment !!

Why? Why? Why, This cry in this materialistic world’s wilderness !!! The measure of an iota of Thy Love, Mercy and Grace none can imagine. I have proved entirely and wholly unworthy. Call me away, back to Thy Lotus Feet.

Exploiters in the past, of Thy Love and Mercy have made a wizard and witch of Thee. Sensualists have defamed Thee to eulogise and religionize their pleasure-pursuing animalism. Thy Blessed ones, whose every breath purified this world with Thy sacred name, have disappeared leaving their task for Thee unfulfilled, unbegun, un-understood unheard and even unsaid.

Howsoever unworthy and uncapacious I am, it has unbearable for me to see my Mother so very cruelly and pervertedly blasphed and scandalized.

That sophistic Luke warmness “In any form they worship  Her” does not satisfy me or silence me.

Teach me to love Thee. Teach me to teach others loving Thee. Let the world sneer or sniff. Let the world adore or ignore.

Mother, let those sickening worldly matters go. What about Me-Thee and Thee-Me? My heart leaps joyfully with my answer to Thee and Thine to me. Thy oneness-assuring glance is more charmful than all the lilies of the world and the sight of the oneness expressing swing of Thy gem-bedecked crown more enriching than all the riches of the whole world. With Thy mightiest powers of the most delusive Maya, Thou, canst not leave me. Thy truant boy will drag Thee even when in the direst hell. I am Thine upto Death and beyond. I cannot worship Thee. I will weep out all my life, out of separation from Thee.

I am Thy wicked child. I know no obedience to Thee and Thy commandments. I am an over fondled child and have no fear of Thee and Thy terrors.

Blessed is the child, that on being dashed on the stone floor stands up and runs into Thy trans-heavenly embrace.

I am intolerable to Thee. But I am sure everything is intolerable to Thee without me. Am I not right ? Tell me, speak out, I am quite impatient. Utter only a half-syllable, and I lay down my whole life and soul for Thy half-syllable.

When Thy Grace dawns, an inexplicable fascination for Thy name possesses Thy accepted child. Repetition of Thy name flings open the walls and gates of Thy inner world on the path of becoming one as Thine with all others that are Thine. Thy child rushes on the path of attaining Thy Grace. All mundane attractions and attachments, one after another slip away. Constant contact and all-surrendered service of Thy pets, sharpens and sweetens the love of Thy child to Thee. The sense of feeling Thy Presence gets more and more deepened. Intensely concentrated presence-feeling unveils Thy Personality. Constant meditation of Thy Personality enkindles in the heart of Thy child an intense desire of the most direct all-exclusive relationship. On that relation being established, nothing in all the worlds and universes remains covetable except full self-surrender in Thy Lotus Feet and Thy acceptance.

The man who only yesterday required to be clad in silk is to-day in tottered rags. In rags however Thy child is many times much dearer to Thee. He takes delight in rendering to Thee and Thy world the lowest menial service. With the secret enjoyment of Thy Presence and His love to Thee and Thy love-return, he evades worldly men and worldly things. The sweetness of Thy name satisfies all his senses. All nature to him becomes only a mirror of Thee. Yesterday only he ridiculed the very talk of Thy existence, but to-day he is weeping bitterly for Thy Darshan (sight).

Again and Again he speaks to himself, “Why am I born, if not to sing Thy Glory?” “Why am I living if my soul does not become a dust-particle under the fingernail of Thy Lotus Feet?” He has no case and no sleep till he reaches the perfection of Thy Grace.

Blessed be they that accept Thy simplest and surest path. Blessed be they, that love and serve Thy children. Blessed be they, that devote themselves to Thee with cheerful and unconditional self-surrender.

Mother Bless Us All

 

  MARKAND 

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mohankharkar

Non practising advocate ( Bar Council of Maharashtra ). Servant of God as Universal Divine Mother Mai & Saint Shri Mai Swarup Mai Markand ; follower of Universal Religion of Mai-ism, Mai Niwas, Saraswati Road End, Santa Cruz (West), Mumbai 400054, India.