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Sons of an intellectual age, we scan
And weigh the heart’s findings with our mental measures,
Surmising never once that no mind can
Win even a clue to the soul’s resplendent treasures.
The more we probe the more must thought mislead
Till even the meaning of our spirit’s birth
Is buried in the din of words that plead
For the reign of trifling truths of temporal worth.
You diagnosed this fatal malady
With an insight born of loyalty to love
And so disowned our reasoned revelry
Whose dire discord your heart could never approve.
O Reason’s elect, withal, a citizen
Of stellar climes no mind has ever trod:
Who saw your radiant Face could never again
Doubt faith’s deep power of leading us back to God.
Sri Krishnaprem
-o.o-
5 comments:
Therefore, O devotee, seek protection from the darkness of error by keeping the lamp of divine remembrance ever burning to light the way!
- from Walt's post today.
Hmmm. Mr. Prem provides an eloquent "answer" for our hyper-rational a-theist friends.
This was recommended to me by GB:
In Search of the Unitive Vision, with this comment:
"I'll bet you'd like it. It's by an American businessman who was a Gurdjieffian who became a disciple of Sri Madhava Ashish, who in turn was a disciple of Sri Krishna Prem, one of my favorites."
Very eloquent.
And
I bet this
c-o.o-n
will like Ginsberg's collection too. Gracias.
And I'm guessing you know about SRF, but if not....
"O Reason’s elect, withal, a citizen
Of stellar climes no mind has ever trod:
Who saw your radiant Face could never again
Doubt faith’s deep power of leading us back to God."
Powerfully good!
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