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Light of Lights



Light of Lights


What is the source of light?

The sun is the source by day,

The lamp, the guide by night.

What is the source by which light is seen?

The eyes are mirrors reflecting the light.

What is the light that gives sight to the eyes?

The intellect — the lamp within shines bright.

And what is the source that knows the intellect?

It is the Self — knower of all knowing.

You are the Light of Lights.

You are That.


Let the darkness of ignorance be gone,

Let the Light of knowledge be lit.

Let the darkness of me and mine be gone,

Let the Light of oneness be lit.

Let the darkness of hoarding be shed,

Let the Light of letting go be lit.

Let the darkness of divisions be removed,

Let the Light of unity be lit.

Let the darkness of scarcity be destroyed,

Let the Light of wealth be lit.

Let the lamps of sameness shine in rows,

Let the line of Lights within glow!

Happy Dīpāvali!


Ekashloki

किं ज्योतिस्तवभानुमानहनि मे रात्रौ प्रदीपादिकं

स्यादेवं रविदीपदर्शनविधौ किं ज्योतिराख्याहि मे ।

चक्षुस्तस्य निमीलनादिसमये किं धीर्धियो दर्शने

किं तत्राहमतो भवान्परमकं ज्योतिस्तदस्मि प्रभो ॥


kiṃ jyotistavabhānumānahani me rātrau pradīpādikaṃ

syādevaṃ ravidīpadarśanavidhau kiṃ jyotirākhyāhi me .

cakṣustasya nimīlanādisamaye kiṃ dhīrdhiyo darśane

kiṃ tatrāhamato bhavānparamakaṃ jyotistadasmi prabho .


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