Who is He?

He is the love of a mother,

He is the moisture in the water that quenches our thirst,

He is the giggle of the naughty child who jumps in the muddy puddle on a rainy day,

He is the air under the wings of an eagle that helps it soar high,

He is the hope in the eyes of a devotee being crushed by struggles of life,

He is the dew drops on the grass reflecting sunlight on a cold winter morning,

He is the devotion on Sadhviji/Swamiji’s smiling face doing abhishekam of Sri Hari,

He is the peace and calm of a child sleeping blissfully in the mothers arm.

He is also the fierce protective instinct of a mother,

He is the violent churning of the ocean that brings out the “halahal” and the “amrit”,

He is the innocent tears of a child hurt,

He is also the pain of the bird with a broken wing,

He is the torrential rain capable of a deluge which washes away all in its path,

He is the kind yet stern look on His swami’s face keeping the sea of devotees at bay,

He is the naughty tantrum of a child who wants his dessert before breakfast.

He is the countless stars in an infinite sky,

He is the beginning and the end,

He is the very breath that gives us life,

yet I feel I still don’t know who is He?

-Dedicated to Divine Mother and His lotus feet,

Your Ignorant Fool