Sadhaka Poem by Marc O'Maolain

Sadhaka



Sadhaka

No a yogi, no not me
Content an aspiurant to be
Not yet arriving at that place
Of balance and amazing grace

No, I am still a child in this
Waiting for Samadhi’s kiss
Seeking, not striving, reaching out
Moving forward, with no doubt

That I’ll arrive when time is right
And bask in gentle Divine light
Into their arms they will take me
Sisters, brothers, beings free

Lo, that time has yet niot come
It may never seem for some
That they’ll arrive yet I don’t worry
The Good will find them, there’s no hurry

I’m one of those that ain’t arrived
Beyond the things ego contrived
Yet I can only present be
The day shall come when I will see

-Sadhaka 3/24/09

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