My Lord...
My parched eyes pine for the mercy of becoming your abode,
I pray I have enough teardrops to wash your lotus feet,
My hope never sinks that the most fortunate day must come,
That all I am left with is, is offering you my heartbeat.

My Lord...
Every blooming flower from the garden of my heart,
Aspires to become a part of the garland embracing your glorious neck,
Coloring itself bright, very busy sweetening it's own nectar,
Wishing that it be touched by your luminescence before losing its breath.

My Lord...
I relentlessly look around for a devout soul singing your sweet name,
Submerged in the deep, boundless ocean of your transcendence and bliss,
Mere human that doesn't want a want that is without you,
Seeking sweet pleasures that come with your eternal service.

My Lord...
My words always fail themselves in an attempt to come close to describe you,
All I know is that you tremble my heart with love and power at the same time,
I will never know if I am worthy of the joys that the most exalted have experienced,
I kneel in prayer however that you touch every thought that crosses my mind.

In this vast universe...
All the beautiful things, serene and pacific,
All the lovely things, enchanting and fantastic,
All the ugly things, vile and vitriolic,
All the material things, superficial and plastic,
All the pleasurable things, addictive and hedonistic,
Everything you've bestowed upon me, I humbly offer to you along with me.

How many stories you patiently weave into my soul,
How many places you make me go; sights you make me see,
How you overwhelm me with exciting highs and excruciating lows,
While all I really wish is to just become free.

But still bound...only by your love.