Your brush strokes
Tonight, as these prayers are being said,
looking out upon the bowed heads of Your lovers,
in my heart, also, heads are bowed. Voices blending in arti;
there are voices and harmonies within me as well.
And, as I kneel for Your darshan, in the tomb-shrine
of my heart there is, also, a kneeling.
On this nondescript hill, a small group
has gathered tonight from around the world.
We have come to bow down to the holiest part
within us and
all human beings.
What a long journey to reach Your humble abode!
O Beloved, in Your Tomb-Shrine I have found my refuge.
In the shrine of my heart, let me offer You refuge.
Paint the walls within it in Your lovely brush strokes,
scenes from a life of Purity and holy Love.
O child of God, garland the stone of your heart-shrine.
Prepare it lovingly for the arrival of the Guest.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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