Out of thine desireless desire to play,
Was born my world and I,
The innocent child, I played and played,
In thine alluring magical world!
Mistaking myself to be an ego in my body,
Falling prey to thine illusion of time, of space,
Of me as different from all else,
I built mansions of fancies, of desires!
Forgetting thy infinite ocean of bliss,
Thou hadst hid deep in mine heart,
My restless desires wove a veil of darkness,
Keeping me from thee, my joy!
Slave to passions hawking false ephemeral joys,
Believing the phenomenal world alone as real,
Blindly I wandered, seeking thee,
In things, in faces, in experiences!
Soon enough, realized I,
In this world, nothing is free, nor forever!
Childhood gives in to youth, and youth, to old age,
Good health to disease, and disease to death!
Wealthy or poor, huge or small,
Time pulls the rug, from under all feet!
This world is not real,
Actors and stage, all make-believe!
Roving thy world, my feet in tatters,
Fervently I searched, I sought thee!
Receiving thy showers of grace, sprouted,
The seed of memory – so vague, so hazy, eternal me!
Thy love and thy grace,
Flooded my being,
Inundating, melting every flaw,
In thy wondrous flow of bliss!
Oh divine source, do harken to my heart,
Content in thine awareness, doth it whisper,
“Though stay I, this world anchors me not,
Lord, Lord, I am ready, when thou art!”
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