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Pray, "Take us by the hand as a father takes his sons and leave us not."
Pray, "I do not want wealth or beauty, this world or another, but Thee, O God! Lord! I have become weary. Oh, take me by the hand, Lord, I take shelter with Thee. Make me Thy servant. Be Thou my refuge."
Pray, "Thou our Father, our Mother, our dearest Friend! Thou who bearest this universe, help us to bear the little burden of this our life. Leave us not. Let us never be separated from Thee. Let us always dwell in Thee."
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Thou art Our Father, our Mother, our dear Friend. Thou bearest the burden of the world. Help us to bear the burden of our lives. Thou art our Friend, our Lover, our Husband, Thou art ourselves!
(Notes from a lecture On Jnana Yoga)
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Constantly tell yourself, 'I am not the body, I am not the mind, I
am not the thought, I am not even consciousness; I am the Atman.’ When
you can throw away all, only true Self will remain."
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Blessed be Thy name, O Lord! And Thy will be done. Lord, we know that we are to submit; Lord, we know that it is the Mother's hand that is striking, and "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." There is. Father of Love, an agony at the heart which is fighting against that calm resignation which Thou teaches". Give us strength, O Thou who sawest Thy whole family destroyed before Thine eyes, with Thine hands crossed on Thy breast. Come, Lord, Thou Great Teacher, who has taught us that the soldier is only to obey and speak not. Come, Lord, come Arjuna's Charioteer, and teach me as Thou once taughtest him, that resignation in Thyself is the highest end and aim of this life, so that with those great ones of old, I may also firmly and resignedly cry, Om Shri Krishnârpanamastu.
(Written Bombay May, 23, 1893 for D. R. Balaji Rao)
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The Great Benediction After Mourning
(The Swami rendered this fragment of the Hindu sacrament on June 12, 1898)
The blissful winds are sweet to us.
The seas are showering bliss on us.
May the corn in our fields bring bliss to us
May the plants and herbs bring bliss to us
May the cattle give us bliss.
O Father in Heaven be Thou Blissful unto us!
The very dust of the earth is full of bliss,
(And then, the voice dying down into meditation)It is all bliss—all bliss—all bliss.
(Notes of some wanderings with the Swami Vivekananda by Sister Nivedita)
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