O Grand Puppeteer

O timeless String-puller
finally I’m ready to go
wherever You are taking me
as fallen leaves crowd the ground
the skies cast spells of mist
not a ray of sunshine
nothing is sure
and yet this heart finds bliss.

Life is simmering
like a yuga in time
days of great transition are here
a breeze for some
a tempest for others
in these changing winds
life and death cling too tight.

Now your gentle strength
I find gushing softly through my veins
O Master puppeteer
what great treasures of the Universe
You have in store for me
for I’m bowled over
even before you’ve truly begun.

O my Sparkling Lord
I’ve answered your summons
show me please
what more am I capable of
it feels so good
as if you’ve lying in your serpent bed
smiled upon me.

I picture You with open eyes
granting me a pristine mind
O revered Guru
your blessings bear fruit
a tiny bud unfurls in my heart
white are its petals
pliant and fragrant.

As a shabby tree uprooted
in the storm lies flat
I lay myself at your feet
my gratefulness perhaps
has not found due expression
for it’s the helplessness
that bothers me.

O dark-eyed Lord
of the twinkling gaze
my surrender feels incomplete
bless it so
grant me untold joys of the atma
which only the eternal, unborn
the Parmatma can bestow.