Cling to the One who clings to nothing; And so clinging, cease to cling. -from the poem 'Renunciation' by Tiruvalluvar (a 7th century mystic from Southern India)
There are some things I may not know There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go. But there's one thing of which I'm sure My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
And I have found a way to live in the presence of the Lord And so in the Name... Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee. Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee. Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.