Like A Dust Particle

I want to be smaller
Like a dust particle
Which moves in the wind
It goes everywhere

Can go
Sit on the head of a king
Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone
And it can go
And sit everywhere

But I want to  be a particle of dust
That is fragrant
That is nourishing
That is enlightening

Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, aged seven


I See A Mountain

I see a  mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of Love.

So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed

And when the rain pours
Like many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery,
The storm may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.

The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain onto the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Without desires.