All that I long for

‘Tis but words of illusion to describe our Baba
’tis but a futile attempt to explain the One
who wears the red stained robe
and yes, it is just a little imagining
to fathom the One Supreme Lord
If a poet could write, and a singer sing in
lovely tunes of Thy glory,
what words could be used
what sounds to be heard
to translate Thy wonder
in tangible digestible nectar
at least enough for ‘buddhi’ to decipher
and ‘manas’ to wander
What sounds other than the ever‑vibrating Primeval Pranava
can be said that You are
what amount of love is there to utter
when Thy NAME is spoken
May be best as said with fewest words
that with death and bodies
return to dust that
Thy Lotus Feet be all that I long for           

                                                        ~Hollander, U. S. A.
                                           Source: Sanathana Sarathi, July 1979