I sit to meditate on the Mother
Seated She on a lotus
In an elegant poise amid thousand petals
Fixing my vision on Her alone
Praising Her by thousand names and more
In closed eyes I watch Her
A pleasing smile from the Mother first
Dazzling Her persona bursting my vision
Next boundless in myriad myriad forms..
I don't try to meditate these days
Concealed incognito is She in all
I look around and watch over
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Like it very much. Realization of oneness is the end of perfection. Thank You.