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Marginal Meditations
by Niscala devi dasi

I sit on the shore
of the ocean of mercy,
I offer my obeisance
Into the sand
Of gratitude

Oh endless ocean
You are the father
Of a worthy son,
Who serves you well

A cloud of knowledge,
Vast, moving and changing
Known by the name
Of Sastra

Oh Ocean Prabhu,
You will be glad to know.
That when Sastra left you
To wander over.

Dry and parched lands,
He did not lose
Your essence -
By the name of
Meaning.

Meaning nurtured
Growth in seeds
Known as Hearts
While dead ones shook
Off Meaning, some
Were dormant and
From Meaning
Did they grow

Meaning gave
the dormant seeds
Mothers three
Of growth, a yearning,
Growth, the gift,
To work at will,
And growth produced
And growing still.

Gradually
within the Hearts,
Nourished by roots
Anuman, Pratyaksa
Immense proportion,
Of utility.
Realization,
By the name of
Tree.

Tree was taken
From the firm
Soil of vaidhi
Wherefrom its roots
Fashioned forth
To form a cause
Called Suddha bhakti
In the shape of oars

Tree was transformed
To a boat
To ply the ocean,
Firm, afloat,
Thru it tossed
And crossed
The same
Till it reached
The shore, known by
The name
Of Prem

I sit upon
This shore,
Looking to
Lands of Prem.

Sastra, the cloud,
Ocean the way,
The tree of meaning,
The soil of practice
The roots of logic
And perception,
The mothers three-
Sam, Abby, and Pry.

But the boat it must
Be made by me.

© CHAKRA 20 September 2001