Rama, may your love for your closest devotee, Hanumanta,
At whose feet I lie prostrate,
Overflow from his heart and fall,
Onto my head, bathing me off my sins.
May I be drifted along that love's flow,
Until I drown completely,
Without even a trace of the smallest identity,
That arises often, tying me to this existence,
Confined to the limits of the body, mind and ego
Causing an endless struggle in this world,
That's bereft of your glimpse,
Through the day or night.
To you, may my breath always be offered;
Else, let it not be with me, this moment onwards!
Post a Comment