Monday, December 16, 2024

By Your grace I aspire



(3206)  Tomay ami bujhi priya akhanda jiivane

Throughout life, my Darling, Yourself I conceive
From the light-beams' overflying
The sky-touched, hell-washed sounds of my psyche.

What I am unable to imagine, in You that's intrinsic–
All things wanted or unwanted bursting from covering
On chasing Bright, hearing and pondering Your glory.

You are nearer than near, in each pore, amid psyche–
In all thinking, in all deeds, privately in memory,
In tranquil nest, on calm seas, and neath restless breeze.

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