We The Ordinaries

When we the ordinaries
sit in front of Bhagwan
we wonder why He would
look at us
our heads hang low
not in shame or deference
in deep angst of being unworthy
of His grace.
As we close our eyes
to manifest His form
the ghosts of our failures alone
mock us
in that moment
life feels so tight
a noose around the throat
a million hopes out there
but neither food
nor the love for God
can revive the hunger lost.
And so, I ask myself
this intense feeling
of being nothing but a pebble
with ragged edges
under time’s grinding feet
is it the way to find ourselves.
We are no one
and have no one
can we be any richer than this
the whole universe reduced to
an infinite ocean
where only Bhagwan and we exist…
a little pebble silently
walking into the sea
to merge in a vortex of bliss.
The journey of the ordinaries
the ignorant and the lost
is a tedious one
the hand of God their only torch
for no pebble is destined
for greatness
its liberation lies
in His kindly feet
else like a stone that it is
it shall one day sink
to the bottom of an unknown afterlife
a sorry death…another dark end.