sitting on a high friendless summit in yogic meditation

let me not commit the blunder of  sermonizing

in endless streams , gloating inward my fancied infallibility --

but accept myself with all the human  weaknesses 

and observe this world in unbiased vision

and cleanse first myself of all my infirmities

though both  near impossible in application ;

my deficiencies ,though huge . escape detection by my intellect

and my blissful ignorance of my glaring discordant notes

would never make me a saintly soul to reel off  sermons--

bless me , o lord , not to make my life bristle  with riddles

but make it as simple and honest as feasible .;

help me in my efforts to make myself a flute

rather than an instrument with a thousand taut strings --

lend me your grace , o god ,to breathe through these holes

of my inherent deficiencies a stream of soulful music;

let my brethren feel that my songs are also theirs

and not look up  at my false glows with reverence .

grant me this boon that I may be true to myself .

 

----sundaram chandrakalaadhar

16.09.2013 / Monday / 2 a.m.