Know Who He Is
Who is He that dwells
In the castles you build on the clouds,
In the varied narrative of your hopes,
In the agonies of your mind,
In the wailings of your heart?
Who is He that dwells—but, yet, is mute?
Who is He that dwells
In the surgings of your breast,
In the coils and currents of your craving,
In all Your sweet imaginings,
In the swing of joy and pain?
Who is He that dwells—and with you, swings?
Who is He that dwells
In the streams of tears you shed,
In the warm sighs that must heave,
In the listless path you tread.
In the hazy tunes you hum?
Who is He that dwells—but, does not soothe?
Who is He that dwells
In the prayerful calls you utter,
In the thoughts you mould and shatter,
In the tiresome gasps you falter,
In the frolics that you dream?
Who is He that dwells—and, listening, nods?
Who is He that dwells
As the image in your eye,
As the star of your moving step,
As the sanctum of your heart,
As accomplice in your thievery?
Who is He that dwells—and, never himself reveals?
Who is He that dwells
In the very same place as you,
In the flickering faith you feel,
In the will and wish of your mind,
In the ‘my’ and ‘mine’ of your thoughts?
Who is He that dwells— and, yet, dwells not?
Who is He that dwells
Saying He knows your mind,
Admitting He feels your attachment,
Declaring “I am Yours”
Receding, when you approach?
Who is He that dwells—but, does not speak?
Who is He that dwells
Whose native home you do not know,
Whose name you cannot recognise,
Who is in every place you know,
Who is up to any task?
Who is He that dwells—and, hides?
Who is He that dwells
As the light of the minute star,
As the form of the refreshing breeze,
As the refuge of the weak,
As the solace of all who seek?
Who is He that dwells—and, feeds the fantasy?
Who is He that dwells
Over the milk-white moonlit clouds,
Above the distant stars,
In the chariot decked with jewelled imagery,
The Glory of all the Worlds?
Who is He that dwells—and, proudly pomps?
Well! He is the Master of All;
Eternal Joy of the Soul!
The God of Everyone!
Beyond all your flights of thoughts.
This is all He; He alone Is.
Effulgent as the Moon,
Majestic as Creation
Charming as the Sky
Mighty as the Ocean
Is the Lord, the Great One.
—Baba
Sanathana Sarathi 1960
(Rathotsavam – 18th November 2008)
