Sankalpa of Paramahansa Satyananda
I am an invisible child of a thousand faces of love, That floats
over the swirling sea of life, Surrounded by the meadows of the
winged shepherds, Where divine love and beauty, The stillness of
midnight summer's warmth pervades. Life often cuts at my body
and mind And though blood may be seen passing, And a cry
might be heard, Do not be deceived that sorrow could dwell
within my being Or suffering within my soul. There will never be
a storm That can wash the path from my feet, The direction from
my heart, The light from my eyes, Or the purpose from this
life. I know that I am untouchable to the forces As long as I
have a direction, an aim, a goal: To serve, to love, and to
give. Strength lies in the magnification of the secret qualities Of
my own personality, my own character And though I am only a
messenger, I am me. Let me decorate many hearts And paint a
thousand faces with colours of inspiration And soft, silent sounds
of value. Let me be like a child, Run barefoot through the
forest Of laughing and crying people, Giving flowers of
imagination and wonder, That God gives free. Shall I fall on
bended knees, And wait for someone to bless me With happiness
and a life of golden dreams? No, I shall run into the desert of life
with my arms open, Sometimes falling, sometimes
stumbling, But always picking myself up, A thousand times if
necessary, Sometimes happy. Often life will burn me, Often life
will caress me tenderly And many of my days will be
haunted With complications and obstacles, And there will be
moments so beautiful That my soul will weep in ecstasy. I shall
be a witness, But never shall I run Or turn from life, from
me. Never shall I forsake myself Or the timeless lessons I have
taught myself, Nor shall I let the value Of divine inspiration and
being be lost. My rainbow-covered bubble will carry me Further
than beyond the horizon's settings, Forever to serve, to love, and
to live As a sannyasin (monk, renunciate). Swami Satyananda Saraswati
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