Bhakti is like a spark of innocence, new-born, magnetic

An all-healing balm soothing heartbeats so hectic

Bhakti is law-giver, intuitive compass for daily decisions

Acting spontaneously it exposes ritualism

 

Bhakti is not blind faith but wisdom discretion

Raising us beyond the hatred taught by religions

We surrender to God not to the merchants of falsehood

Raping the faith of those hearts simple and good

 

Bhakti is love’s whirling Dervish dance

Expressing itself in unbearable radiance

Bhakti is mother-tongue of all nations

Blossoming from a seed it reaches out for salvation

 

Shraddhanand says: O friend, do not keep this prisoner in the cell of your heart, this prisoner who can illuminate even the darkest spot in this world, who can transcend molecules & universes and dances without movement.