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They’ve known not the Elixir, of being at His Feet.

Satish Bhat

With raised eyebrows, they chided me in the village,
“What? Prime days of thy life, in a hermitage?
Why drop thy career? Why now, at this age?”
They’ve heard not the Promise, proclaimed by my Sage.

“Won’t you enjoy, all that the world can offer?
Why this Retreat, this penance and suffer?
Relishing the world, life’s elation shall we meet.”
They’ve known not the Elixir, of being at His Feet.

“Savour the affluent realms, these sparkling streets,
Why be away, from all the fun flooded feasts?
Dark is that cottage. Are you right, we wonder!”
They’ve glimpsed not His Feet, nor basked in that Splendour.

“Where is thy shrewdness? Is this really wise?
Be thou prudent! This thrill, isn’t it so nice?
Clever that you are, why toss away this kingdom?”
They’ve harked not His voice, those words of Wisdom.

“Life is not,” He promised, “Merely to drink and eat,
More sublime is the Bliss, when loftier is thy feat.
That thou art. Come, this Truth I shall teach.
Creator’s very abode, son, I want you to reach.”

Jai Guru! 

– From Vicharasethu–Aug 2005