March 13, 2018

Velvet glove of humility

The title of this blog is one of my favorite phrases in Autobiography of a Yogi.

Though He is the sole Owner of the cosmos, silently showering us with gifts from life to life, one thing yet remains which He does not own, and which each human heart is empowered to withhold or bestow—man’s love. The Creator, in taking infinite pains to shroud with mystery His presence in every atom of creation, could have had but one motive—a sensitive desire that men seek Him only through free will. With what velvet glove of every humility has He not covered the iron hand of omnipotence!

And here is a poem trying to express my feeling:

Ah Thy face appears dear,
Ever present, ever near
Though hidden and suddenly disappear
In my thoughts You are always here.

Great you are, but lonesome
Enjoy Yourself in many, made creation awesome
Suffering and pain abound, claim some
Was worth it, proclaim few handsome.

What shall I give, that will please
You have everything, our Love the missing piece
Not sure I can offer my self with ease
In the end with your grace, blissfully I cease.

Swami Kriyananda writes:

I’ve always loved a statement of St. Jean Vianney’s: “If you knew how much God loves you, you would die for joy!”

In divine friendship,

One Comment on “Velvet glove of humility

Premkumar S
March 14, 2018 at 5:43 am

Autobiography of a Yogi is a classic. Every time you find something new and interesting. It’s like the Bible and Bhagavadgita, what depth in messages. How many lives it has touched….

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