Friday, July 1, 2016

And yet I fret

(544)  E kii tomari liila tomari khela

Oh what is this, Your divine sport, Your game!
Despite Your being great, inside each atom You reside;
Even as a raft of form You sail, formless You remain.

In refreshing winds or in the depths of mind,
In flower pollen or in the blue-blue sky...
On reflection, I find nowhere that You are absent;
You worry anyone engaging in such speculation.

Your love is limitless and perpetual;
Both big and small You exalt.
So don't discriminate; onto Your lap please take,
Your gentle lotus-hand dispensing grace.

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1 comment:

  1. Knowing that He makes no exception does not ease the yearning.