MAHA KAAL SHIVA

[Guest guest]

I long to be in the meadows divine,

Where worldly worries are a distant thing.

Where my soul is a dove up in the sky,

Flapping its wings as I am no more an enslaved being.

And inhibitions are a forgotten thing.

I run to right I run to left,

I run around soaking in the divine grace.

Where the grass is soft, the water pristine and clear,

As it flowed from His elixir.

Where the air is laden with the fragrance of countless bloom,

I breathe in deep to my capacity,

Accepting it as the grace of Baba.

Such divine meadows are not hard to find,

Follow your heart brother and not your mind.