With keen efforts he harvests mundane crops
but leaves the fruits of such Karma to me.
I break those fruits and grant him nectarous sops
of rarified delight and juicy glee.
Bhakti means-soul searching the soul, buried
below the flesh, beneath the blowing breath,
indepths of mind, beyond knowledge, in mead
ofAananda defying birth and death.
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Bhakti is ultimate in reaching me
O seeking spirits. A bhaktha breaks the bounds
of Vedic mores and climbs the cosmic acme
with brawn of love and force of faith profound.
For one who reaches such summit of blest,
that’s bliss, that’s bliss and got nothing to gain.
He is absolved and lo absolves the rest
from spinning whirlpools of Samsara main.
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That taste of pure Bhakti can’t be defined
O dear damsels. Can dumb describe the taste
of food he ate? How can the one affined
to mortal senses feel such savour chaste?
This cosmic melody segues inside
your soul eternally, betraying time
and human traits. It’s gentle jingles glide
through heart as dulcet chimes of holy rhyme.
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It is a rarified experience;
an ever blooming infinite esprit
of soul with holy spirit in cosmic séance…
it’s like a river’s feel at estuary.
For him that cosmic state becomes his world,
his thought and expression. Doesn’t matter now
the preferred school of practice he followed.
All paths are boughs of same banyan of love.
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O belles, the proof of Bhakti is Bhakti
itself. Bhakti is theory, praxis
and fruited bliss. It’s like a complete tree…
the seed, root, stem, flowers and fruits on axis.
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