At Your Lotus Feet

O Mother! I am a beggar – hungry for Your mercy; don’t turn away from me.

My senses have blinded me, and I am in search of my true identity.

For this skin I wear as a false mackintosh of pride,

While my true purpose stays unknown and unrealized, frightens and eludes me.

I might have formalized my degrees, but what language – but love – can I use to express myself?

I am frustrated with science, rituals, texts, and norms – that tell me to pick a more pleasant language.

If You’ve stamped a fate on my head, then You, and only You can cure me of this poignant karmic pain - 

An accumulated karmic baggage that I have been ignorantly building over since an infinite age. 

For once, bless me with that vision that can unveil the Absolute,

Reinstate me on my path, as a weary confused traveler – if I fall astray.

I for one know – that what I wish for, may not be truly good for me,

May Your will be thus fulfilled and may that suit me the best.

O Mother! Let I guide my senses – to achieve the noble cause of this birth,

And let my eight petalled lotus command my naïve senses, drenching me in the nectar of Your love,

As I traverse the Brahmarandhra to reach my Sahasrara, may I become Me – one with the Absolute,

Diffused may my soul be thus, in the magical ether of Absolute bliss, and devotion resolute.

What fear will I have for death, as I am assured that my Guru's love awaits me on the other bank?

Grant me this boon to swim across this exciting bog, while surrounded by pure blossoming lotuses.

Like the pigeons waiting for pilgrims at pious shrines, I wait to quench my thirst at Your lotus feet -

O Mother! Enlighten me and keep me steadfast on my path to enlightenment.