I guess the pont I wa trying to make, is simply that,
even though we don't acknowledge His/Her Presence,
the Divine is forever insistent, knocking at our inner door.
The poet, Francis Thompson said it so well, in his celebrated work, "The Hound of Heaven"
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat - and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet -
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."
But, what I hear Paritosh saying...is that when we feel urgings of the spirit, sometimes as subtle as a breath of wind on the skin, then don't just think that you are imagining that this is the abiding presence and protection of the Mother.
If he isn't saying this... I am..
Still waiting on the book...am home recovering from my 2nd biopsy...the Dr says things look pretty good...and he only speaks of "possible" treatment..
she is a living presence,especially when she prays,
"god! let me not see the faults of others!"
i am aware that she keeps a watchful eye on me as i go through difficult situations and by just being aware of her eternal presence i am able to act rightly.
