Treasure Island

Dr. Madan Gandhi

(Lahore, India)

A Living Realization


A living realisation:
human life and divine life is one
this great transcendent truth
a mighty moving force in life

This living insight
the key to real peace and happiness
to live the life of the spirit
to drink at the fountain of divine life

To live good forever
living God’s good
in our day to day life
consecrating all our actions as a sacrifice

To the sole Doer
all what we do
be it when awake or in sleep
or working at our daily chores

Always thinking the Doer is the one
who works in me
thus coming to realise
the oneness of our life with the life divine.
(Yayati)

Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 18, 2014

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  • Haminia Haar (2/20/2014 8:52:00 AM)

    This poem is deep thinking about our existence in Universe!

    Always thinking the Doer is the one
    who works in me
    thus coming to realize
    the oneness of our life with the life divine! (Report) Reply

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