When I look at You
…the lush green landscape behind
Your tawny eyes
the fiery robe
the colour of the midday sun upon your face
that golden smile
shy and bold
the mysterious trees
guarding you against threats unseen
the gentle shade of their fluttering leaves
I share Mother Nature’s joy
in serving you a feast
of quietude, of solitude.
The whole of nature whirls around You
And yet, nothing is more peaceful
than the moment in which You, O Lord
bask in your creation
humble yet, proud
a solitary figure
tugging at my heart…
If it’s possible to bless You, Bhagwan
then may every grain of goodness
nourish your mighty form
from the high heavens to the skies
You are the primordial sound.
Oh you must take me with you wherever You go
In whichever shade You sit
from whichever creak You draw a sip
make me a blade of grass
a drop of water
for where else does devotion lie
If not in your glorious feet, O lord?
note: That which nourishes the soul is neither word nor sound, it’s silence alone that quietens all doubts.