The Lamps at Sai's Door: Escaping the Millstones of Maya

In the bustling corridors of existence, the human soul often finds itself lost in the dark alleys of illusion (Maya). The world appears as a gaudy, sparkling spectacle—a mesmerizing fair that hides its hollowness behind a veil of glitter. Like a moth drawn to a flame, the mind is lured by these transient attractions, only to find itself trapped between the relentless millstones of duality.

Imagine the devotee standing at the threshold of the Dwarkamai, holding a simple lamp. This is not merely a vessel of clay and oil, but a symbol of faith, principles, and righteousness. Outside, the storm of life rages—the restless waves of the mind crashing against the shores of desire. The soul feels the crushing weight of opposing forces: happiness and sorrow, success and failure, life and death. It asks in despair, 'How long must I be ground in this mill?'

Yet, as the lamp is lit at Sai's door, a gentle warmth begins to permeate the cold darkness. The devotee realizes that the dazzling world outside is far from God, a labyrinth where puppets dance to the strings of the great illusionist. To find peace, one must stop drifting on the surface waves and, like the oyster, dive deep into the ocean of the self to find the Pearl—Sai.