We seem to be born and then to die, But what if birth and death are a lie? What if all beings are forms diverse Of the One Source of the Universe, Who was never born, and nor will die, And thus so’s the case with you and I, Who separate beings may seem to be, But are just faces of this One actually?

Maybe all’s from you, and so's the same, Be it love and hate, or praise and blame, Or joy and sorrow, and all gain and loss, All events occurring in Your vast cosmos. Only if all deeds’ doer You happen to be Can Your world make any sense to me.

‘May all beings and things be well’, More than this what need I tell? Speaking more’s too much a strain, Babbling on might drive me insane. If just these words I pronounce, Speaking more I can renounce, At least for a while until when I just have to speak once again.

You think all Earth is your ‘resource’, And it's for you to dictate its course, As if the whole world belongs to you, And you can do with it as you want to, As if all its affairs it's for you to dictate, And it's you alone who decides its fate. Ah, see how pompously you parade, But all such dreams must finally fade, And so will you, for the day'll arrive When no more will you be here alive, On Earth that you claim is your realm, For death must rush in to overwhelm, Then no mo

For aeons this has been the world’s affair: Billions come here from none knows where, They stay here awhile and then off they go, Can anyone explain why this has been so, This coming, staying and having to depart After each being has here played its part?   Man’s clever mind can many things find But can’t say for sure the purpose behind This beings’ on Earth being made to appear, Staying for a bit, then being taken from here. Shrouded in mystery this must ever remain Unless t

Did I ask You to send me here, Where there’s such hate and fear? Was it with my full, firm consent That down to Earth I was sent? I can’t now recall, maybe I forgot, But perhaps it was all Your ‘plot’. If that is so, then it must be true That it’s best I hand it all to You, This time for which You so insist Down here on Earth I must exist. There’s no reason why I need do This task that’s best done by You.

To chant Your Name, oh what bliss! Not for anything this should I miss! Chanting Your Name, this I’ve found, Keeps the mind from buzzing around. How deep the calm—I feel so light, May I chant It often, day and night. On Earth to remain somewhat sane Amid the abundant sorrow and pain, Chanting Your Name, this I can say, Is a simple, easy and delightful way!

Please bless me that I’ll always excel, And the good I’ll do, I’ll do it all well, So that what's left of this life I spend In the manner that's best, till the end. May I do the tasks for me You’ve set, None of these leave out or else forget. May the moments of my each new day Be employed in the best possible way, So that now, and when to You I return, Your grace and Your pleasure I will earn.

No wonder you’re fast losing your mind, And a cure for this are desperate to find. You can’t keep quiet even a moment mere, Blabbering constantly, isn't it so my dear? In this way how much time you squander, Pause for a bit and on this please ponder. Think of the energy that all day you waste Talking when you needn’t, and in such haste, Like a river in a great rush, racing, in spate, No wonder your mind's in this insane state! Oh my, how you blabber, on and on you go! If you

“I am with you”: this You assure, What, then, can I ask for more? It’s all I need to willingly carry on With this my long earthly sojourn. Reason enough these words give To want here to continue to live. If with me You are, this I know, Anywhere I’d be happy to go, Maybe to be sent even to Hell If these words to me You tell. What greater blessing can there be Than to know that You are with me?

Over Your realm how You preside Is, Dear, for You alone to decide. Who are we anything to suggest? Surely, it’s You who know best. You know best your world to control, Being the Maker-Owner of the whole. You know best what should be done With, and to and through everyone. You know best how Your Earth does fare, With Your wisdom how can ours compare? For us, it’s simply to hear and obey, To faithfully follow all You might say. What appears to be wrong in our sight, We can hope

See them swagger, see how they dare, As if the greatest, far beyond compare, Thinking whatever on Earth's all theirs, That they’re its owners, its royal heirs, And so can do with it just as they please, For all time to come, this never to cease. In this way deluded, what havoc they wreak, But soon from themselves safety they’ll seek, For into death’s open arms swiftly they race, Not knowing they must suffer utter disgrace, And at their own deeds they will be aghast, At all th