My Bhagavan,
(Composed by and Courtesy : Grace Ana K.)
--
This is for You.
This is for You.
As the sun rises and
peers through the trees.
I feel You smiling so dear
and fresh upon me.
As the birds sing in
melodious tunes
I feel Your happiness
freely beyond
any promised boons.
Your nature speaks
in every bow bending
of a branch
when the wind
captures my mind
in awe of your trance.
In this stillness
I reflect upon You,
My Bhagavan,
how beautiful and true
deeply beyond thought,
Your words carry to Heart
'where can I go?'
'where can I go?'
That echo of which
Your greatness beholds
While I recall that tale
of an off-distant star,
a comet who sang
leaving an invisible scar
through the mourning caves
And empty skies
the moment your
body disappeared
from our ocean-filled eyes.
Salt tasted tear trickles
down the mounds of my face
with a vision of Arunachalas'
Majesty, I can't soon erase.
I love You as though we've met
in Her distant land,
perhaps I was a flower
You saved from plucking
or between Your precious toes,
the holy red sand.
My Father, my Mother,
My anchor on a lost
wayward boat.
I think of You
as the tears
and ball of tension
rise in my throat.
How dear You are
to come to me
and answer my
desperate plea
for your love through
a body to clearly
set me free.
Oh how playful your ways
I have to admit,
you are tricky as I'm caught
in the web of my own
prayers alight
with your heart so near,
nearer than near
with sweet moments
of Narayana
making moments of
everything clear.
And you patiently let
the web untangle itself
as I dance in and out
in emotional wealth
And captivity,
While falling into the
humble hands
of a beautiful rock
Of ancient sacred land
and levity,
Beyond name and form
you weave through my life,
till there's no me or you
in caught up
moments of strife.
You let me sit
in the palm of your hand,
or a gem in the crown
of your majestic
starry band.
My beloved dear
beyond any role,
your compassion has
worn down the 'little me'
who has taken its toll,
and spent eons and eons
spinning its web
of bygone stories
both alive and dead.
But now is the time
in your infinite grace
your compassion opens
up to a peace-filled space
where I can rest and
wake into the real,
well rested and shed
my old skin of the weary
and tested tale.
My Beloved your promise
is locked deep in my Heart
for this blissful day
Your key will open and part
the Seas for a newborn start.
A journey of peace
this weary gypsy
traveler can rest
and know without a doubt
I am Home at best.
My Bhagavan,
This is for You.
This is for You.
--
(Composed by and Courtesy : Grace Ana K.)
--
This is for You.
This is for You.
As the sun rises and
peers through the trees.
I feel You smiling so dear
and fresh upon me.
As the birds sing in
melodious tunes
I feel Your happiness
freely beyond
any promised boons.
Your nature speaks
in every bow bending
of a branch
when the wind
captures my mind
in awe of your trance.
In this stillness
I reflect upon You,
My Bhagavan,
how beautiful and true
deeply beyond thought,
Your words carry to Heart
'where can I go?'
'where can I go?'
That echo of which
Your greatness beholds
While I recall that tale
of an off-distant star,
a comet who sang
leaving an invisible scar
through the mourning caves
And empty skies
the moment your
body disappeared
from our ocean-filled eyes.
Salt tasted tear trickles
down the mounds of my face
with a vision of Arunachalas'
Majesty, I can't soon erase.
I love You as though we've met
in Her distant land,
perhaps I was a flower
You saved from plucking
or between Your precious toes,
the holy red sand.
My Father, my Mother,
My anchor on a lost
wayward boat.
I think of You
as the tears
and ball of tension
rise in my throat.
How dear You are
to come to me
and answer my
desperate plea
for your love through
a body to clearly
set me free.
Oh how playful your ways
I have to admit,
you are tricky as I'm caught
in the web of my own
prayers alight
with your heart so near,
nearer than near
with sweet moments
of Narayana
making moments of
everything clear.
And you patiently let
the web untangle itself
as I dance in and out
in emotional wealth
And captivity,
While falling into the
humble hands
of a beautiful rock
Of ancient sacred land
and levity,
Beyond name and form
you weave through my life,
till there's no me or you
in caught up
moments of strife.
You let me sit
in the palm of your hand,
or a gem in the crown
of your majestic
starry band.
My beloved dear
beyond any role,
your compassion has
worn down the 'little me'
who has taken its toll,
and spent eons and eons
spinning its web
of bygone stories
both alive and dead.
But now is the time
in your infinite grace
your compassion opens
up to a peace-filled space
where I can rest and
wake into the real,
well rested and shed
my old skin of the weary
and tested tale.
My Beloved your promise
is locked deep in my Heart
for this blissful day
Your key will open and part
the Seas for a newborn start.
A journey of peace
this weary gypsy
traveler can rest
and know without a doubt
I am Home at best.
My Bhagavan,
This is for You.
This is for You.
--
