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Dust

  I want to be smaller
 Like a dust particle
 Wich moves with the wind
 It goes everywhere
 Can go
 Sit on the head of the king
 Or can go
 And fall at the feet of someone
 And it can go
 And sit everywhere
 But I want to be particle of dust
 That is fragrant
 That is nourishing
 That is enlightening.

-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in childhood

Mountain

I see a mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Without desires.

-- poetry written by Shri Mataji in Cabella watching the mountain from the room.

Garden of Flowers

Do not go into the garden of flowers
O friend, go not there.

In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals of lotus
and there gaze upon the infinite beauty.

There is a strange tree,
which stands without roots,
bears fruits without blossoming.
It has no branches and no leaves.
It is Lotus all over.
Two birds sing there:
One is the Guru and the other the disciple.

The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life
and tastes them
And the Guru beholds him in joy.

   -- Kabir

Poetry written by Sahaja Yogi(ni)s