To Master on His Birthday

To our Lord Kirpal, the Birthless, yet the very Essence of Birth and Rebirth in Whom each moment is born and to Whom it returns and in Whom it recedes – upon this, the anniversary of the earthly birth of His Divine Mission.

Oh Kirpal, our Master of Truth, bestower of Love and Light, our very essence and being are in You; our sadness and sorrows recede in the vastness of Your Divine Joy, our happiness is but a shadow upon the Sun of Your True Happiness. Oh Kirpal, intoxicated in You we become Your song, it is in us, we are in it, it is forever blossoming, the flower of infinite elixir; the bee which partakes of this flower becomes the flower itself, yea, it becomes the seed, and the soil is endless and deathless, and its air is Wisdom Divine and Bliss, and the sun is the Sun of Wonder and Eternal Love … Therein is the rain of madness of ecstasy and Holy Communion.

Michael Raysson