I slowly immerse in a terrific quagmire of secular life.
I try to take my legs out of the marsh!
Try to catch some grip out of the sticky mud!
Alas! My own trails push me down and down.
I recognize some mighty force alone can get me out!
Given up all my trails I call out - Amma!
Who else is mightier than You?
Come fast! Lest, I may be entirely devoured up!
I trust no one but You!
I trust not my mind – after all, it is a bundle of thoughts;
I trust not my body – after all, it is a picture of mind;
I trust not my affairs – after all, they are related to fragile body;
I know, Your motherly heart could not stand my pathetic sight.
I know, Your motherly instinct will not let me go down.
Hold my hand in Yours;
Drag me out of all – even out of body and mind;
Wash all the grubby mud;
Make me deserve to enter Your celestial castle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beggar had been sitting by the side of a road for over 30 yrs; one day a stranger walked by; ' spare me some change? ' mumbled the beggar; ' i have nothing to give you' said the stranger; then he asked: ' whats that u r sitting on? ' ' Nothing' replied the beggar; ' just an old box; i have been sitting on it for as long as i remember' Ever looked inside? ' asked the stranger; 'No' said the beggar; Whats the point? there is nothing in there' Have a look inside' insisted the stranger; the beggar managed to pry open the lid; With astonishment, disbelief and elation he saw that the box was filled with gold'-(courtesy ' The power of now by Eckhart Tolle) -if we look inside we can find the world inside....wonderful poem