Ocean of Light; Thou eternally Beautiful
All ablaze
In Red Robed Majesty
Spinning the spheres with mystic fingers of radiance.
Thus You must have stood,
O Lord, the embodiment of selfless actions,
On the first day of Creation
With a smile of Love on Your lips,
The beaded sweat sparkling, star?like,
In the silk soft darkness of Your hair.
Thus You might have viewed
As You do the crowds this day
Your own work: a galaxy of luminous world upon world,
A mighty, heaving ocean of sparks,
Ever?changing, ever?bright,
Rippled in a million forms and countless choirs.
Each age has sung its hymns
At Your shrines of light
And left at Your altar a Veda, a Bible, a Quran.
Or, are they the Words
You whispered to Your lovers
As they bent to Kiss Your lovely Feet?
O resplendent Divine Beloved,
Thus You will stand, perhaps,
On the brink of the final hour,
All a?glow
In a Robe of deepening twilight
And draw with starry fingers of Light
The Creation to the silence of Your Feet,
Sweetly murmuring to Yourself,
“All is Mine, and returns to Me at last.” (2.)