No Two Gods

O Lord Hari
in You I’ve the will to live
in You the will to die

Years like b’day candles on a cake
are snuffed out
I make no complaints

The voices are quieter now
as desires die down
both within and without

I find myself speaking in whispers
for fear of losing your thought
to the civility of life

Often I wish to be gone
but when I look at your face
I wonder about my fate

Will I find the same compassion
on the other side
as your eyes radiate

In my Guru is your essence
as stripes on a bee
its hum is yours how clearly I see

My long uphill climb
from the fallen to the praised
depraved to the saved is all His grace

In a disciples withered heart
there are no two Gods
the same head bows to the Lord’s mortal form

O sweet master
beautiful Hari to the Dhruva’s of the world
your blessings have raised me like a child

The soul so aches to sing
of your golden deeds
to be the fine dust at your pristine feet

To crumble like an anthill
decimated to the holy ground
burn to cinders to never regain its old form

O the greatest soul of all souls
radiant as the early morning Sun
You confound me to no end

Sometimes all in a day
often in a moment’s passing
Your play

Oh how the sky changes
when You command it to
I should know I’ve seen it

Still I remain mesmerised
every single day my heart lurches
at the holy sigh of You