In Awe

The hope that I’ll find you one day
was never my hope
how can an insect be
in the orbit of a blazing Sun

When the meteor of your grace
fell on the earth of my consciousness
never for a moment I thought
that this life will ever be the same

In worshipping You
I found this strength
which this weak mind had neither known
nor felt

It puzzles me now more than ever
to address You is not an easy thing
who You are and how You appear
are two different things

When You raise your arms
to praise Bhagwan
sing glories in Your beautiful voice
auspiciousness springs to life

You are the river Mother to all rivulets
the fatherly ocean of bliss
like a poor man with no means
we knock on your door everyday

O harbinger of hope
You are the sanity of the sane
in all things beautiful
I’ve only and only seen your face

Every thread of cloth
on your devotees’ back
has grown from the pure cooling cotton
of your love

O Swami is that really your name
for it changes every few thousand years
the thing that never changes though
is your benediction for our race

O giving father
beloved Bhagwan You are the heart
of your devotee
the heartbeat that lets him live

Forgive me, for I know so little of You
yet I pray that please
let this love run deep
for you O beautiful magnificent Bhagwan

Oh what hope flows in my heart
not merely for me
but for all the lost lined outside your door
like tiny ants scattered from their home

I pray to You
for it’s your might that the Sun of devotion
shines on our ordinary lives
beggars like Sudama we crowd your door in ignorance

O great master of the weakest of men
in You alone lies our liberation
in awe of your holiness we raise our arms
it’s to You we surrender our hearts and minds