Om

There is beauty here
because of your grace
although I know it does not compare
to your shining face
--brighter than so many moons.

All moves to your will
a general ebb and flow;
only by keeping still,
can one the sacred secret know.

You are glorious in symmetry.
I remember once a teacher say
to praise the Lord in poetry,
who is in the heart to stay.

For better or worse,
we are thrust in this life.
Your love, King of the Universe,
overcomes fear and strife.

You are in love with The Mother,
To the Divine Mother I bow.
Each, let him love his brother,
if he may first learn how.

So if this is a prayer, if this is a song,
it will not your beauty compare;
it could not, no matter how long,
describe You, who are Everywhere.

To you, my dear Lord, I humbly bow.
I hold sacred what you hold dear.
May you enter into my heart now,
may you banish all darkness and fear.

The heavens and the earth
sing your praise,
the oceans, the mountains, the rivers, your girth;
all spirits in exultation raise.

You have been described by lovers,
as the sacred breath behind breath;
you remain undercover
we may see you upon the time of death.

I was in ignorance before,
being covered, I could not know.
Since I have seen what is in store,
I wish for none but them to grow.

Dear Lord, you are just like The Mother,
your loving example and ways,
set the standard for each to follow,
you are worthy of all praise.

And you are known by so many names,
Om, Hari, Lord Krishna, Ram,
may all be praised, we increase your fame,
Oh, Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam.