For many years, a deep fascination with the ancient, glowing wisdom of saints like Kabir has stirred within me. It felt like catching faint, resonant echoes across time, a golden light shimmering just beyond the veil of ordinary seeing. This quiet stirring wasn't merely intellectual; it planted the first, fragile seed for this collection of spiritual poems in the fertile, often shadowed, soil of my inner landscape.

My own path, once shrouded in a muted, uncertain grey, has been profoundly transformed by the subtle, yet powerful, force of spiritual transmission. What began as a quest titled "Who Will Take Me" – a plea whispered from a spirit perhaps feeling confined and shadowed, like a low, mournful drone resonating outside a heavy, bolted door – evolved dramatically over just nine dedicated years of meditation practice. This inner work, a Raja Yoga based meditation, was a journey inward through layers of shifting internal light and shadow, gradually quieting the clamor of the external world to reveal a deep, unfolding silence within. This practice brought about a shift so profound, like the breaking of a brilliant, dawn light after a long night, illuminating a new understanding, ushering in a vibrant spectrum of being, and leading ultimately to a new title, a new resonance: "The Call of Infinity," vast and boundless as the deepest indigo sky filled with the silent, glittering song of distant stars.

Hindi translation has been added.