A Prayer

Paradox is thy form, O Secret One; who then can ever perceive thee?

Just as a mighty banyan tree grows from a tiny seed, everything grows out of nothing.

Effortlessly, without intention or bias, you weave threads of Absolute and Relative, warp and weft, into the shimmering fabric of creation.

In the very depths of being, you make your home in a lotus bud smaller than an atom, yet vast enough to contain all the scattered galaxies and the infinite space that holds them!

This Heart is the secret cave where you as In-dweller shine eternal-
what eye can see the wonder of this overflowing emptiness, what ear can hear the hidden mantra of this silence?

I was lost in the burning desert of samsara, driven by the winds of fear and desire, desperately grasping at a mirage to slake my unquenchable thirst.
With infinite tenderness, you led me into the cool oasis of your Grace, into the Heart where the wish-fulfilling tree flowers over the fountain of immortality: one drop of this nectar slakes all thirsts, sates every hunger, satisfies all desires.

Intoxicated by the taste of such ecstatic bliss, who would ever seek any lesser joy?

In this your kingdom, how sweet the songs of devotion and praise, how wondrous the blessings of your love, how restful the fragrance of your perfect peace!

Sweet Lord, I am so weary of leaving and longing:
pray let me dwell forever here at your feet.