I Don't Try To Meditate Poem by Indira Renganathan

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