684. In The Flame Of Your Name 121209 - Poem by Raman Savithiri
When ‘I’ itself is big false
What is to me grand universe?
What is to me light years space?
What is to me time wheel’s pace?
When ‘I’ itself is a doll of mud
When I cross the river of death
All will dissolve after I am dead!
What will escort me from earth?
When hunger comes I eat
When lust comes I mate
When anger comes I beat
No sense behind any act!
As a beast in hands of circus man
Body drives me; many births I ran
I look for freedom as I am awaken
Hunger and anger how am to ban?
I understand body is a cage
I understand thoughts are the base
Before I am thrown in old age
I take Your name as my refuge!
I also understand body is a boat
To cross the ocean of samskara
Also mind the source of thoughts
Is again a tool to hold Your nama!
Let the petal fingers converge to bud
To worship You; let the heart bloom
Let the straying thoughts come to stand
Me let the flame of Your name consume!
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