Like a Child

Posted February 1, 2004

Like a child I run to The
With singing inner smile;
I clap Thy mystery
Like poet his dreamy thrill.

Decked in simplicity,
Clothed in dedication,
I embrace Thy beauty
With psychic intuition.

I know no tricks of art
Nor learned bookish words;
I know Thou art my heart
And You know all its needs.

I come breaking the bonds
Of mental laws and codes,
I feel Thy love responds
To my passionate odes.

Wiped are my tears
At the thought of Thy grace,
Driven are my fears
At the sight of Thy face.

I know not good and bad
I know not what is sin,
What my soul has and had;
I know all mine is Thine.

~Yogi Shuddhananda Bharathi

Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Sept. 1959