Prodigal Son

“Somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good.”

There is truth in old songs, different times, distant lives...

I do not know what I ever did to deserve such blessing!

Suffering and weary, I came home to great Arunachala, 

I traded my rags of ego for the treasure of Self.

I offered the mite of my existence in humble surrender....

and was welcomed like a son of the house!

With forgiving compassion he took me into the perfection of his embrace-

Now ,clothed in the fine silks of eternity,

a diadem of infinity upon my brow,

 I feast in my father’s hall like a prince of old!

Lord of Lords

O Lord of lords,

Sweet Bhagavan,

Eternal and infinite  sun who shines on all,

You are the ultimate alchemist-

The touch of the edge of your shadow turns this human lead into divine gold.

Even in a lowly clod of earth ,like me,

Your compassionate grace is endless.

Like an elephant entering a tiny hut

You have filled the Heart in my chest -

How can I describe that bliss??

There is no I to thank you,

Just a hollow tube of  surrender running up my spine,

Through which you flow up like blessed white smoke

And sit like an emperor on the rock of my sahasrara chakra,

O Lord of lords,

Gracious Bhagavan!

Still

After all the books , the philosophies, the techniques,

 where did you go?

Why are you still tangled up in this veil of noise?

Just be.

 Here. Now.

Aware.

Silent.

Still.

http://lightsongs.blogspot.in/2008/05/beyond-all-words.html