(974) Tomar e vishvaliila
This cosmic game of Yours,
It's drawn nigh the distant ones.
With love's sweet sap,
It's made us teary and affectionate.
Knowing or unknowing,
Mindful or unminding,
In a niche of each heart, unseen
Your homestead has been abiding.
Everyone's beloved, everyone's identity,
The furthest star but the nearest psyche...
After setting out on You to think,
My all was lost; mind merged in Thee.
Sarkarverse article
Audio recording
No comments:
Post a Comment