in the enchantments of the world,
in a day of future dreams,
the Lord can seem so far away;
too far to know, too far to call,
in the emptiness of heart; in
the drowning whirlpool of the head;
is your head already sunk upon your breast?
O dearest – O beloved of the Lord –
your eyes are nearest to Him now!
too near even, for your arms to hold;
for His image is already there,
sketched upon your heart
in gold and silver, emerald and rose,
fragrant as a garden freshly watered
from the fountain that eternal plays;
His eyes are shining with the thought of you;
He waits there as a child, impatiently
awaiting His companion bursting through the gate
to play together in that garden without walls; for,
remember that He made you so to play with Him;
don’t keep Him waiting; it’s so short a distance
from your humbled head, there, to His image in your heart;
open all your senses to His bliss:
run, run…laugh; go play with Him…
He knows more games to play than any could devise;
run, run… laugh; go play with Him…
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(Sri Vaasudevaananda Saraswati,1999)