Hari Nam
At the gates of Heaven
I sit and sing Your praise
Where is Maya now?
when the only sound my mind
can hear is Hari Nam
My sari a silk prayer flag
flutters in the tranquil breeze
pastel blue, pink
and yellow hues of Prashanthi
abode of highest peace
Listen manas to the music
timbrel, flute and harmonium
they too sing the glory of God
Still we must be vigilant
our hands continuously harvesting
the bliss of selfless service
our thoughts, words and deeds
a divine mala on which we
incessantly chant Hari Nam
Eternal Companion
old habits die hard
and charming snakes with
golden hoods
rattle in the ghostly shadows
Hold me closer, Ancient Self
tighter still... steal my breath
So... so that I am blue skinned like
You
And when the ways of the world
have passed away
Scatter my ashes... vibhuti stars
all along the Bhakti path
