Your Temple

Fool I have been. Make me mad now in Your Love Oh Lord... Foolishly I searched meaning on walls and dolls, shapes and symbols, I imagined a directionless quest for You who are everywhere everything and timeless. I foolishly imagined life without You in my ignorance. I urge You to cleanse my mind filling words of Your Divine essence. Now I am mad... No longer any quest will quench this thirst. These bones are Thy temples pillars. Life itself is the foundation. This body is Thy Temple and You who reside within am I in all Your glory... These thoughts unqualified are the offerings I place on Thy Divine Form in a permanent flow until Your timeless essence bestows an iota of Infinite Consciousness.I the foolish One shall stand outside this temple with a begging bowl holding on to the bits thrown at me by the passing scenes of imagination. May this thought be blessed by The Divine Love. May I live with You in the Sanctum Sanctorum as Me in You.... May I only rest in this Guha.... Om Tat Sat

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I know not the names of Thy places, I don't seem to care for the dates and facts, I seem to be disconnected with the directions, time and people other than Thy name on these lips. No image quenches this thirst. No structure feel adequate or safe. No history is meaningful now for You seem to have taken over my all... Lost am I in Your thoughts, I know not why I exist when You are the One and All while I am just a whimsical thought... Lost am I in Your essence or so I think in madness ..You make me lose my senses .. pray You efface this notion of I.... Sivoham Sivoham ...Om Tat Sat

For the One Divine Glance

In a corner I twitch to see You, radiant and blissful in stone, a huge effort by a blessed soul a tiny representation of You as my Mother. Pariah am I for I can't see Your form, a cheek a bust or a glimpse of Thine holy feet ... lost am I in my fate for I hear the bells ring and imagine the flames revealing Thy face.. Show me grace for I yearn Thy glance, Show me Love by looking to this side. I am but Thy servant ignorant and lost, I need Thy form to cross this path. Fill my being with Thy thoughts. Pray show me grace and look my way. Om Tat Sat

Your game

What game are You playing with this mad one. Showing yourself as a beggar with a bowl. You take change and offer me Your prasad. Neither is my thought pure and my offering just but as You offer me Your blessing;greedy as I am I take my fill and still complain that You don't show me the way. Stop this game..I am but an another thought to You thrown out like the old bilwa leaf on Your being.... Where am I going now Oh Rudra... what is the next game for You now

Blessing

As I move farther from you Divine Mother I know not if I am blessed for having your vision or cursed for having to move away from your being... mad am I for You are within and yearn for You elsewhere... pray may I receive Your blessings for my thoughts are yet immature to understand them... My Mother show me the way