Surrendering my I-self, I bow at Your holy feet
I become a little better every time I think of You.
I become a cool flowy breeze in Texas summer,
I become the lingering fragrance of my consciousness.
Is it because you have become my Sadhana
emerging from a Black Lotus?
Or, maybe because of your rising Science of Mantra
calming my Million Thoughts?
I see you in Sahasrara of Kundalini
I see you in the smile of Sri Hari.
I see you in the Bindu and the Mudras of Divine.
