When will that day be mine?

When will that day be mine,

when I call Your Name out

and tears roll down from my eyes?

When will that day be mine,

when I call Your Name out

and roll on the ground?

When will that day be mine,

when I call Your Name out

and I jump up and down?

I guess, I really don’t wanna

that day to be mine?

All I do is talk the talk

but forget to walk the walk!

How can that day be mine

when the heart is a desert,

when the mind is a storm,

and the tongue is a serpent?

How can that day be mine

when I am chocking in isolation,

when I am lusting for adoration,

and am drowning in sense gratification?

How can that day be mine

when pride is intoxicating my vision,

when greed is suffocating my action,

when anger is blinding my intention?

Humility is the key,

that unlocks the door

for Your Divine Abode.

If I can’t cry out to be humble,

then I should cry out to learn how to cry!

Alas, when will that day be mine

when I can truly cry?

Weeping and weeping,

your pretend-to-be servant,

submits this cry out!

 

Intention

The intention is what

dictates my attention,

but the unrestrained

ways of my attention

have enslaved my intention.

Clouded in isolation,

my heart suffers from starvation,

not knowing the taste of liberation,

lusting over for the latest creation!

I have been told

to clean the mirror of the heart,

from all past unrestrained intentions,

 undesired actions,

and misfortunate situations.

I try day and night,

I even curse in my mind,

but I am slowly suffocating

in my own frustration.

I have been told

to be lower than the grass,

more tolerant than a tree,

and see everyone as free.

All I see is

dirt and lust in my heart,

a heart full of guilt,

full of pride,

full of doubt!

A distant voice echos in my mind:

‘Purifying the intention

will make you the master of the attention,

and where your attention is,

that’s where you are!’

Indeed, by the grace of God,

I remembered now-

to keep cleaning that heart,

to keep serving the greats,

to keep praying for help!

Indeed, by the grace of God,

I remembered now-

to call out His Holy Names,

to hear out His mesmerising Flute,

to run towards His transcendental Dance!

Typically for this Boy Divine,

He shows Himself from time to time,

either from within,

sometimes from without,

 to remind us all,

that He never let us go!

Typically for us conditioned souls,

we rise and fall, rise and fall,

in the never-ending struggle

of purifying our heart’s intentions!

We rise and fall, rise and fall,

in becoming the master of our attentions!

Jar full of hearts

Hey dear friend,

slipping slowly into procrastination,

falling surely into self-mutilation,

lusting for others’ adoration,

this life, this gift

is not for sense gratification.

Hey dear mind,

let me take hold of your attention,

let me place you at the mercy of God’s adoration,

let me help you feel the exaltation,

of singing His Holy Names,

of dancing in His Dance Divine,

and of the intoxicating sound

of His Flute Divine.

This life, this gift,

is not for you to spoil,

neither curtail,

nor abuse!

You were born with the mission,

to help others’ hearts transition,

into the space of bliss, eternity, and knowledge.

You were born with the mission,

to leave a trail,

to leave an imprint,

to leave a jar, full of loving hearts.

Hey, dear mind,

the responsibility is yours,

to respond with ability,

to fill the hearts of others,

to serve the hearts of others,

to decorate the hearts of others,

for when the final hours,

knock on your door,

a jar full of hearts,

would be the only item,

that you can carry back Home.

When Your flute resounds?!

When Your flute resounds,

mountains start trembling,

rivers start dancing,

rocks start crumbling,

and hearts start melting.

When Your flute resounds,

sages give up their bodies,

yogis give up their trance,

and transcendental milkmaids lose their minds.

When Your flute resounds,

souls lose control of their hands and legs,

they start jumping up and down

and their minds and senses,

know no bounds.

When Your Flute resounds,

it crushes our pride,

it destroys our envy,

and it puts out our lust.

Hey,  Flute Player Divine,

hey, dear Friend,

when will that day be mine,

when Your Flute Divine,

will resound in the corners of my heart?

When will that day be mine,

when Your Flute Divine,

will make me lose my mind?

Weeping and weeping

I curse all that wasted time,

when I can’t hear Your Flute Divine!

Teachers

For the ones that uplift us,

for the ones that support us,

for the ones that ignite us,

for them,

both past and present,

we unite our hands

and bow down our heads!

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Alone we were born,

and alone we’ll pass,

but on the journey between,

they will carry us,

they will inspire us,

and they will care for us!

For them,

both past and present,

we unite our hands

and bow down our heads!

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In the darkest of hours,

in the greatest of dangers,

and in the moments of despair,

when all seems lost,

they extend their hands,

for their mercy has no limits,

their affection no end,

and their love cannot be checked!

For them,

both past and present,

we unite our hands

and bow down our heads!

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Even when we are on top of the world,

even when we think we know it all,

even when we act like we are in control,

their mercy shines,

their wisdom is bright,

and they kindly put us right,

for humility is a weapon,

that does not tolerate any pride!

For them,

both past and present,

we unite our hands

and bow down our heads!

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For all our teachers,

both past and present,

we praise their names,

we sing their glories,

we unite our hands,

and bow down our heads!

Faith

The shackles of  lust

have entrapped my heart.

The fire of anger

is melting my heart.

The witch of greed

is enchanting my heart.

These three masters of hell

are conducting my will.

I look at the mirror

and king fear is ruling my will.

Faith has grown wings and left my heart.

I long for the days when I shot for the starts,

I long for the days when I took the leap,

I long for the days when I simply acted out!

Those days are long gone now!

In times of despair,

in times of darkness,

the only way out,

is calling Your Holy Name out.

I call and beg and I pray,

yet, it seems You can’t hear me out!

Kindly, give me Your hand,

so I can cross this ocean of lust,

so I can fly this mountain of anger,

so I can endure this storm of greed!

Kindly, bring this faith back to my heart,

so I can be the spark,

that will ignite the fire,

to start a revolution,

in the hearts of others!

Kindly, bring this faith back to my heart,

so I can make the leap,

that will make me fearless,

to Act out of Love for others!

Kindly, bring this faith back to my heart,

so I can share the matchless gift,

of calling Your Holy Name out!

 

Steps

Step after step,

 breath after breath,

my heart knows no stopping!

I can see You sitting on the bank of the River,

I run towards You,

yet, I fall down!

Many steps I take,

but somehow all in vain!

I fall, yet again!

Step after step,

 breath after breath,

my heart knows no stopping!

You smile at me,

and happily play Your flute,

I step over

the rocks of fear, of anger, of envy,

I step over

the muddy puddles of greed, of illusion.

But somehow, I cannot step over this swamp of lust!

Step after step,

 breath after breath,

my heart knows no stopping!

Only Your steps of mercy

would get me wings!

With the wings of mercy,

I can fly,

I can run,

I can jump!

With the wings of mercy,

I can pray,

I can dance,

I can Love!

Hey dear friend! Make Your steps of Mercy,

for my heart knows no stopping,

for my heart yearns for Your embrace,

for my heart is tired of falling!

Divine Playfulness

In His Playfulness Divine

in His all-attractive smile

with the sound of His flute

 He conducts all that it moves.

The taste of water He claims to be

Sun and Moon allow Him to see.

Smallest than the smallest

and bigger than the biggest

He is said to be.

Memory, intelligence, and knowledge,

delusion, confusion, and illusion,

all begin with Him.

This Divine Conductor

playfully winks at us:

‘Wake up, wake up, dear friend,

you have been sleeping all along,

missing out on all the plays!

Suffering and happiness come and go,

So is life and death.

No time to lament,

just come out and join Me Play!’

Thus, in His playfulness Divine,

God always smiles

when we the blessed souls,

join Him play and dance.

Thus, in His playfulness Divine,

God always loves

when we the blessed souls,

sing His name!

Into Darkness

Hey dear friend,
do not succumb to fear in these times of darkness!
Anger is what comes out of fear, which engulfs us into more darkness!
Hey dear friend,
the greats were great because they used humility as a weapon! The greats were great because they knew how to surrender! The greats were great because they taught you how to surrender!
Hey dear friend,
take this matchless gift, do not look away, be the spark in all this darkness! Be the spark that will start the fire, which will dissipate all this darkness!
Hey dear friend,
how can you look away, how can you allow all this darkness, how can you but not pass this matchless gift into the hands of others!?
Hey dear friend,
fearlessness is what is required, for you were born a warrior who cuts through the darkness with the sword of knowledge!
Hey dear friend,
do not despair for it’s always darkest before dawn, but only fighting will show you for what you were born!

Where are You, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?

Where are You, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?

Are You in the forest-

mesmerising all the creatures?

Are You on the Hill-

playing with your Brother?

Are You hiding on a tree-

delighting on the distress of others?

Or, Are You, once more-

playing with the hearts of others?

Where are You, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?

 

Alas, You are an expert of avoiding Her!

You are an expert in making Her cry!

Alas, You are the expert in wasting Her life!

‘Come, come…don’t waste any more time!

Come, come… show Yourself!’

Show Yourself, so She stops crying!

So She stops waning!

So She stops dying!

 

Show Yourself, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord!

‘Oh, dearest Sakhi, don’t You worry!

Oh, dearest Sakhi, don’t You cry!

Oh, dearest Sakhi, don’t You give up Your life!

He will show up any moment now!

Just one more call: Hari, Hari, Hari!

Keep calling Him, Keep calling Him!’

Show Yourself, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord!

 

Where are You, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?

Are you in the grazing fields-

tending all Your beloved cows?

Are you with your friends-

playing sports with them?

Are you hiding in the dark-

torturing our hearts?

Where are You, Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?

 

‘Give up all these,

for She desires to unite,

for She desires to ignite,

the spark of love, the spark of ecstasy,

that makes Her dance, that makes Her melt,

in Your lovingly embracing arms!

Give up all these!’

Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord, Show Yourself!

Don’t You dare make Her wait!

Where are You, alas…Where are You,

Oh, Lotus-eyed Lord?!

 

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