If His mind fancies, everything is possible
For any object in this world.
Should a river return from coast to mountain,
Who or what can protest?
If He wants, in a trice, the earth
He can make extinct.
If He wants, to an arctic iceberg
He can bring heat.
If He wants, with a stone prison,
He can make the flower bloom.
If He wants, at darkest night,
He can radiate light.
Come, oh my companion, come sit in my meditation—
With mind and heart I welcome You.
Do not go, do not go, far away do not go,
Letting drop a veil of mist.
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This may just be my interpretation, but I could not help but read some autobiographical information into this song.
ReplyDeleteIf He wants, with a stone prison,
He can make the flower bloom.
If He wants, at darkest night,
He can radiate light.
Of course, one could read this verse as Paramapurusa growing flowers on prison walls, and that would not be wrong. And one could also imagine Paramapurusa's effulgence lighting up the night. That too would not be wrong. But I find myself thinking along different lines. Baba made His organization blossom globally not just while but also by remaining incarcerated behind stone prison walls. And in the darkest hours of His worldly sojourn, He dispersed the light of His ideology around the world.