Generic selectors
Exact matches only
Search in title
Search in content
Post Type Selectors
At the Feet of The Mother

Omnipresence

He is in me, round me, facing everywhere.
Self-walled in ego to exclude His right,
I stand upon its boundaries and stare
Into the frontiers of the Infinite.

Each finite thing I see is a façade;
From its windows looks at me the Illimitable.
In vain was my prison of separate body made;
His occult presence burns in every cell.

He has become my substance and my breath;
He is my anguish and my ecstasy.
My birth is His eternity’s sign, my death
A passage of His immortality.

My dumb abysses are His screened abode;
In my heart’s chamber lives the unworshipped God.


Notes on Text
17 October 1939. Three handwritten manuscripts, the first two entitled “The Omnipresent”.

Related Posts

Back to
If the mind and the vital can feel and accept the soul’s sheer love for the Divine for His own sake, then the sadhana gets its full power and many difficulties disappear.