Saturday, February 28, 2015

One last hurdle

(241)  Tumi amar kata apan

You are my very own;
I did not realize it before.
To me You remained ever near;
Why did I not call?

You were in all my deeds,
In the meter and music of my melodies.
Today, those harp strings still resound;
Back then, I did not hear.

Lord, along my journey,
While in deepest darkness,
Rose those same souvenirs
In mind, time after time.
From self-esteem You'd withdrawn,
Casting me far away.
Why, when finally clasping Your feet,
Do I not hold You in my heart,
When shedding all doubts,
Do I not cherish You in my meditation?

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1 comment:

  1. With a great melody and mystic lyrics, Baba brings us to the final frontier... space... the space between Him and us. In the classic words of Walt Kelly speaking with the bad grammar of Pogo: We have met the enemy and he is us.