Set adrift again
perverse ocean of duality
billowing the sails
(leading to hell)
ever entangling web of hate
minds sullied with repeated contamination
hearts overladen with dust
from the harvests of senses unrestricted
wastelands of forgetfulness
imperfect, illusioned,
covered …
This Maya
proportionately miserable
lurking (hands out stretched)
awaiting those mode accomplices
(of unreality)
attached to the darkness of ignorance …
all pervading Lord
shine on the lotus seeds
(that are Your devotees)
till they bloom
(with the fragrance of You)
and drift upstream through the modes
empowered by Your spotless disciples
resting at Your Feet
perfect (in full remembrance)

Ranchhor Das Brahmachary
(Ronald King)