Rock me

(711)  Rupatiita prabhu tumi

Lord, You are beyond form;
Yet Your game is in the realm of form.
Tiny or huge, humble or great,
Thinking of You, restless grow they.

In the pollen of a tiny rose,
In the finely grained whetstone,
And in the glacier's fearsome flow...
You're the flame in each volcano.

Come, oh come into my dwelling place;
Having filled heart's lotus, please remain.
Ever vigilant over my vitality,
Let Your cosmic cradle swing.

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