• Swami Purnananda

July 13, 2021 || Daily Thought & Prayer


Thumbs press hard upon the ear

Rushing gush of blood you hear

In desert space, eerie silent land

Whistle sound of winds on sand

As long as there is air and ear

Sound vibrations will be near

Chinking spoon on china plate

Makes ear drums reverberate

Cymbals, bells and timely beat

Enough to move the dancing feet

Some orchestras assembled from

Water falls when taps turned on

Energy in fields dance round

Tuned to frequency so found

Undulating peak and pitch

Harnessed by electric switch

Attention fixed on invisible source

Like radio tuned to wave broadcast

Right here receive grace on air

Birth, death, rebirth arise not there


O Lord, while your subtle vibrations are everywhere and everything, I am soaked in ignorance and oblivious to you. Awaken me to your abundant grace that is here. Dry my silly tears that I may tune my mind to Thee.

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