Eduard Filimonov about the Teacher


Much is told and retold, but is not worth the single word of yours.
Much is made and remade, but is not worth the single gesture of yours.
Much is gained through much suffering, tears shed run by streams afar
Still they are not worth even drop of yours.
What to fill for you golden chalice with, in the bosom deep dwells this Light of yours
Blessing hand of yours and the single glance will decide my fate, to my good decide.
What to do, My Lord, where to lay my life for to get your mercy and obtain your love?
For the grace of yours is above them all –wisdom, justice, fate - at your lotus feet.
Guru Ji, My Lord , in the depth of heart I perceive at once blessing breath of yours.
To dissolve in you, in your rhythm of heart, apprehend your love and cognize the strength -
I might do them all if you find the place in the hart of yours. You have found the place, I exactly know, so as Shivadas is the son of yours.


Eduard Filimonov, Yaroslavl, 2004