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