Thou lovest, O Mother Divine, to dance the dance of destruction.
Thou dost shatter fragile mortal flames in Thy war-dance of destruction, to show, smilingly, that our souls remain unbroken.
With Thy mercy Thou dost scale the hardened, mud-encrusted cover of delusions coated over us.
Since Thou lovest the dance of devastation, Mother, I have cremated all my desires, frailties, weaknesses and finiteness, forever and ever, and joined Thy dance of destruction of all evils.
O Mother, since now nothing more is left of my finiteness for Thee to destroy, dance in me Thy Dance of infinity and of love, instead.
from Whispers from Eternity
by Swami Yogananda
I pictured gurus line above
at a place so quite like this
appearing by the heavens bliss
In the grass, ears and eyes
the frogs and dragonflies
Waters flow, corn of gold
all-told love, cooing dove
Who’s with thirst
Never knew, senses cup
drank it all in bottoms up
In a place so quite the same
There’s a stream and flower tree
It appears She took a seat in me
Keep in mind, what’s to find
Not of Kingdom to be bereft
See who smiles, simply say request
Thanks for the gracious things, thanks for geting me close.