The Satguru's Feet
Honouring the guru-disciple bond that transcends space and time, life and death.
Blessed are those Who behold Thy feet Where the nectar flows To Chalice meet
There ends the search We never knew We longed so deeply Thy lotus blue
Never hide away This gift so dear That wealth of all heavens Cannot compare
In Thy feet A magnum opus read The only scripture We ever need
Cool, soothing stream Of Grace doth flow Gushing through dark Caverns do glow
We know not why We deserve such fate Thy endless mercy Thy loving embrace
So let us be burned Chastised and fired For in these flames We be purified
To receive Thy Cup The mystic Grail Share a sup of wine Together set sail.
Kiruthika Rajeswaran