Immersed In Divinity
Immersed In Divinity
No longer an intense wish,
Or a burning desire,
It had become an absolute necessity.
I needed to be immersed
In Divinity.
For years I’d been an observer,
Floating on the surface.
My meditations were good but
I yearned to become an explorer
Of the vast Deep,
A loser of my “Iâ€ness in the ageless Gaze
Of my Beloved’s fathomless Eye.
More effort at my shrine
Gave glimpses, no breakthroughs.
Then life got busy,
My pathetic attempts abandoned.
One early morning on a trip out West,
My Master phoned from
His hotel room.
I groggily understood
I was to come and pick something up
To be delivered somewhere later.
When water failed to flatten my hair,
I jogged down the stairs
And cautiously knocked.
The door opened and I entered
But never heard the door click shut.
You see, a massive wave of Light
Knocked me off my feet,
And, flipping somersaults
In the celestial surge,
I desperately searched for
Something to hold on to.
I could barely concentrate on my
Teacher’s words,
Breathing was out of the question
Since my lungs were fully saturated
With Bliss.
The Source, emanating blazing fireballs
Of Divine Love.
Calmly handed me an envelope
And smiled.
I staggered out of the room,
Even more staggered that my Master
Would be concerned about envelopes
And weights and other mundane things.
When he could remain constantly
Immersed in His own Divinity.
– Ashrita Furman.
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