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My Mother's Form Is Ever Visible*

My Ishta is

none other than

The Smile-of-Livingness-Itself.

Thus, it is into That

which I shall merge and grow.

I shall know This Livingness-Itself

as Presence…



We create our Ishta’s

to take us to that point

at which we transcend

the intensity of known reality


Verily, my true God is beyond All

for each of His pearly teeth

contains the chosen forms

of a thousand seers!

(November '79)

*After reading Mahadeviyakka’s Vaccana #68