The Saving Glance
Am I not Thy child, Your own inseparable part?
Yet I am fighting for crumb of petty fleeting pleasures !
Competing with ferocious, avaricious men for trivialities.
Wasting my numbered days in the mire of delusion.
What a pity! Are you content with my sad plight?
O, Mother of the world, brimming with great, unparallel AFFECTION for Thy children.
When will Thy holy Sanctifying Glance, Saviour of the sadhaka, fall on me?
And redeem me, make me Thine own, reclaim me
Absorb me into Thyself, freeing me from all troubles and turmoil.
When will I bask in the soothing moonlight of Thy glance?
That cools the scorching heat of ‘I do” and ‘this is mine’.
That grants succour from vortex of desires and ego.
The glance which ever revolves around Parameshwara.
I adore, cherish, admire and am fascinated, enchanted
by That divine Glance – The ever redeemer
