O my Ochre Lord

for how many lives

You have carried me

in your arms

to reach here

the shore of consciousness

Your eternal abode


Who was I

an arrogant filthy fellow

carrying karmas

of so many janmas

hatred for so many lifetimes

ego that made me

huge and fragile

for so long

for so long


And here am I

at your feet so divine

that I can cry and cry

for ages and ages

and you drink up each

of my tear before

it falls to the ground


You fill me up

yet again with more love

before I rise up


O what wouldn’t I do

to get a private audience

with you my Ochre Lord


just You and me

just You and me

and only Love flows in between