O devi, how should i worship thee ?
All the fragrant and pretty flowers have but sprung from thee.
The sweets on my plate are all thy creation.
The light of all the lamps in this world pale in front of thy brilliance.
The temples are a poor reflection of thy infinite glory.
The mantras cannot describe thy ethereal beauty.
I am left with nothing but to offer thee my self,
which also is but an extension of your own conscious...
I am utterly confused and drowning in a sea of ignorance.
Hold me and draw me into thy warm bosom.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
O devi, how should i worship thee ?
All the fragrant and pretty flowers have but sprung from thee.
The sweets on my plate are all thy creation.
The light of all the lamps in this world pale in front of thy brilliance.
The temples are a poor reflection of thy infinite glory.
The mantras cannot describe thy ethereal beauty.
I am left with nothing but to offer thee my self,
which also is but an extension of your own conscious...
I am utterly confused and drowning in a sea of ignorance.
Hold me and draw me into thy warm bosom.