- I think we are all quite familiar with the expression, `Heaven is
within'. If one would equate Aspiration-Ground with Heaven, then it
will not be too far-fetched to feel that you do not have to travel to
New York to keep Aspiration-Ground and all that it offers within your
heart, mind and soul, wherever you are.
I wrote the following poem one morning while guarding at
Aspiration-Ground. I feel very grateful to be blessed and privileged to
live here and visit here every day. Yet the real Aspiration-Ground is
the fertile soil of aspiration, faith and peace within the consciousness
of our spiritual heart which we all carry with us everywhere we go. We
just have to try and be more continuously conscious of it so we can
enjoy the benefits that it offers to us unconditionally. That is why we
meditate and practice other spiritual disciplines. We all know this, yet
it is good to remind each other from time to time.
This poem is meant to be a reminder of the Aspiration-Ground we carry
all the time within us. It is not intended to create a nostalgic kind of
sadness for those who may not be able to visit there often. Instead I
hope it will inspire a smile in the hearts of those who know and feel
the consciousness of its creator and founder, our Beloved Guru, who will
never be missing from our aspiring consciousness and sincere spiritual
efforts, anytime and anywhere.
Finally, I would also be happy if this poem can encourage those who wish
to come and are able to do so to make every effort to afford a trip here
and renew their outer aspiration from this most Sacred place. Seeing
visitors coming from outside New York is so encouraging and inspiring to
those of us who may be a bit `spoiled' by living within walking
distance from this Spiritual Haven. To be here yet not take it for
granted, and to value it as much as we see others value and appreciate
it when they come from afar, is so helpful to our aspiration as well. We
Having said all that, I hope this poem can bring Aspiration-Ground and
all that it offered and still offers to all of us who are fortunate
enough to feel it, experience it, and appreciate it, any time and
City sights, City sounds,
Softened by the Peace
In this spiritual Haven
We call Aspiration-Ground.
Almost 30 years
Since this location was found
As a tennis-court,
Now turned Sacred Ground.
Meditations and tennis games,
Loving and serving
Aspirants and athletes,
Even people of fame.
Thousands of functions,
Musical concerts and feasts
We were treated to here,
Never comprising its role
As a place of prayer,
And a Haven of Peace.
Innocent surprises never ceased,
From heavy weights
To birthday cakes,
Carousels and Temple bells,
Enthusiasm, love and concern
From He who proclaimed
That God is definitely here
Within each of our hearts,
Waiting to be claimed
And crying to be found,
With a little help
He who played here,
Prayed here and offered Peace,
Though finally seeming to rest here,
He would never retire,
And is still bringing Joy
Into the hearts and minds
Of those who aspire
For Peace on this Earth
And God's Will to abound,
As we make our sweet Pilgrimage
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- Thank you Arpan for the indescribable.
A blanket of blue
In Peace and transcendence.
In the speed of Light.
How far away
The clay of useless fixations,
Conniving and influence-peddling.
What is, Is.
The Reality is Love.
The Goal is won.
- I could not agree with you more Arpan.
When I'm having a challenging day at work, I close my eyes and visualise our beautiful Mahasamadhi Anniversary this past October, or I remember a special function with Guru, and it helps so much.
It helps me to remember who I really am, and whose I really am.
I treasure every moment that I have when I'm there, and the memory feeds me when I'm away. Even just 2 short days feels like 2 weeks. Aspiration Ground seems to be able to defy the law of physics and bend and stretch time.
And thank you and Sarala, for your beautiful poems.