As I sat in Meditation……

 

Let me be a speckle on the Tilak adorning Your forehead

Or a speck on Your Conch, a dot on Your Disc

Or a grain on Your Trident, a fleck on Your Vel

Even a blotch on the tip of Your nail, a trace on Your twinkling tresses

Let me simply be a particle of dust on Your Lotus Feet

But am I not already one of these -----

An atom that is part of YOU

The Supreme Effulgent, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresent

Ensconced in the midst of infinite others

Like and Unlike me?

There is no suffocation here, no jostling for space

Yet, why this sense of claustrophobia, of being trapped

O Krishna, O Neela Megha Shyamalan

Let me perceive YOU as ONE who rains only Nectar upon us,

Parched, thirsty souls, hungering for liberation

O Krishna, if all of Creation is in YOU

And YOU in each one of us

Why then do I shroud myself in this dark veil of ignorance

And embroil myself in meaningless mongering

Why do I not see YOU, KRISHNA in my brethren

Let me steer away from this tumultuous territory

And beat retreat to a quiet corner of my intellect

To engage in silence and peel away the many layers

Under which I’ve taken refuge

No matter in which states or levels of consciousness

Let me be my own keeper, Only my custodian

To delve into my core being

To unravel the mysterious self

To attempt to understand that enigmatic and Eternal Quest

“Who am I”

It doesn’t matter by what name I call You O Krishna

O Anatharakshaka Aapathbandava

It’s a desperate cry of deep anguish by a ruminating soul

In this life, to see only YOU, O KRISHNA, in every object

With malice towards none, no hatred, no ego, no vice.