You reached out to me

(3543) Kavosna prabhate kundala girite

On a lukewarm morning, earring in hills,
Oh the Enchanting One, You did appear.
At my mental alcove, by a sweet and gentle wind
Having made a stir, You gave multicolored beauty.

Through excitement and anxiety, You are unparalleled;
The Root of Existence, You make all things vibrated.
An abysmal fire dangles from just Your lotus petals;
For both known and unknown, You're the Eternal Mind-Thief.

My own self had I relinquished,
Adrift in matter's stupor, its dark magic.
Today by Your kindness awakening glows;
You alone do I crave, beyond reach of mind-sense-speech.

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