He roams about
Like the wind in infinite space
He chooses to stay or leave
With the one who calls
He plays his flute to soften
To please and to Know
He is .. the very Consciousness
The Existence The Bliss
He is with form or without
On the minds of people who call
She is lovely bright and joyful
Ever thinking of Him
Ever remaining in His thoughts
Ever near His side
This mind is likened to Radha
And He the Infinite One to Krishna
Neither my mind is clean enough to continuously think of Him
Nor do I understand Him completely
Maybe these two go hand in hand
Maybe I am still to learn
Maybe I think I am too important
To forget my very being in Him
Oh Radha, Oh Lover
Teach me to Love Him
I know He is there
But I do not know where to begin
Oh Radha, Oh Mother
Show me the way
To learn to love Him
To learn to praise Him
To win His smiles
To be by His side
Oh Radha, Divine Mother
Show me the way
I long for His Love
Ever present
Ever cooling
Yet I am too gross to realize Him
Show me the Way
I wait...
