Life is a song* My Beloved comes forth in the vesture of skin. Oh, my Beloved speaks: I shall wear the garment that you wear. I shall come close so that you may come
Tricklings of time dropping through my vision one look stops the world the red carpet is spread fragrance garlanding Lord Krishna one look stops the world to be actively passive and passively active there
Dear Lord, I offer this food to You as I offer my life to You, knowing full well that it is not mine to give but is indeed a gift from You. For this