O my Ochre Lord
for how many lives
You have carried me
in your arms
to reach here
the shore of consciousness
Your eternal abode
Who was I
an arrogant filthy fellow
carrying karmas
of so many janmas
hatred for so many lifetimes
ego that made me
huge and fragile
for so long
for so long
And here am I
at your feet so divine
that I can cry and cry
for ages and ages
and you drink up each
of my tear before
it falls to the ground
You fill me up
yet again with more love
before I rise up
O what wouldn’t I do
to get a private audience
with you my Ochre Lord
just You and me
just You and me
and only Love flows in between
.
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