Perception & Prayer Poem by Ashish Chand

Perception & Prayer …
Consistently Raining is His Grace …Never is His Shower Strained …
Persistently Pouring is His Trace …Never is His Blessing Chained …
Yet Exact Time of Your Acknowledging is Destined …is Ordained …
And it is only on Losing Yourself totally …You are actually Gained …

No: Not Your Body …Not Your Knowledge …Not Your Ego …Not Even Your Scent …
It is your Self Created Personally Accumulated Image that is the …Real Recipient …
It is the Supreme Femininity in Your Being …That Keeps You pursuing the Ascend …
It is the Accrued Divinity in Your Thought …That Keeps You on The Blessed Trend …

God! …Your Grace made the Transcendence so continual, so factual and so Special …
That Observing even from a distance the movements of Masses that are merely Physical …
Now enrich with tremendous Sensitivity …All little motions that are just about Visible …
Now fill with mystic Symphony …Even unheard sounds that are just about Audible …
Scintillate the harmony sublimely…Dispersed fragrances that are just faintly Palpable …
Energize psyche with exacting clarity …Even the feelings that are nearly Tangible ……..

And …
Behind These Observed Movements …Is Apparent now …The Driving Motive …The Root …
Also …
At the Rear of this Motive …Is Known now …The Basic Nonmoving …The Fruit …

Our Motion …O' Supreme Being! So obviously defines our driving motive …our natural Kind …
This Motive, this Driving Power is the binding, compelling and uncontrolled …our own Mind …

Thus deciphered motive so simply defines our fruit, our apex… Our Destined Role …
This fruit, this destiny is the all pervading, ever Stable and ever effulgent …Our Soul …

Our Mind …Ever subjected on both sides to motion movers and to Effulgent Stable Soul …
When in Perfect Ordainment …drives our motion …Being always driven by our Soul …
But at Times …The Mind thus conditioned gets stupid …Purely on our forfeiting our Role …
Starts driving on its own …in connivance with movers and distracts us from our Goal …

That is how we exactly miss our destiny …That is how we truly lead ourselves Astray …
That is how we factually pollute our irony …That is how we eventually are left at Dismay …

God! …
Please let Your Benediction always Stay…
Please Bestow Your Grace in all Your Play…
Feeble may be my Perception …God! Yet earnestly I Pray…
This enriching Sensitivity is Life-Line's Heavenly Ray…
This mystic music is the sole power that keeps The Evil at Bay…
Sublime harmony is the divine vibration in your Child's Foray…
Clarity of vision is the only sacred support in the Pilgrim's Way…