Page 106 - Journey to Infinity

Mind is engrossed in love supreme Thrilling delight in holy name.
Dwelt in the Sahasra Lotus for some days A desire arose for the second stage Ascended the curved way, ran to Trikuti And saw the light of Om.
The sacred Om and grace of Master, Ripples of the mind, these two will conquer; This is the golden place of Master
A jubilee of words of Satsang inner.
Red sun and the flag of red colour
Sound of Om and tabor to hear.
Fix the glance at one spot
Hear the sound with attention rapt
Keep the body in a steady position
Then alone comes the further vision.
One who perfects meditation at Trikuti
Is called a saint, master of the body;
This is the inner practice, brother,
Here begins the path of Master.
Heading towards the region of Zero,
Inborn duality suits the mind;
Drink the nectar of cool moonlight
One who gets this, is the most fortunate. Pleasant sound of violin and Sarang
Heard inside and began to swing.
See the form of fixed mind
Dance in the mansion of nothingness.
See and examine your own condition