Monday, July 6, 2015

Old and new

(298)  Esechile prabhu megha garjane

Lord, You had come with a thunderclap,
When storm clouds spewed out heavy rain.
Today, a scorched earth got
You anew as a refuge.

The peacock feathers of my psyche
Go on dancing to a hundred beats.
A dialogue without words found speech;
It pursues infinity.
Today, with mind expanded on attaining Thee,
The ten directions pulsate with profundity.

Today, I cannot help but be
Rapt on witnessing Your beauty.
The hunger of the three worlds[1]
And nectar of the three vedas[2]
Have blended and become one.

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