Sunday, May 4, 2014


There is but one God that I know.
He lives hidden in my mind.
One is the writ that I speak too.
It fills and holds in my silence.

One is the worship that I too perform.
Life it is that becomes forever.
One is the nectar, the blessing I get.
The song that flows sweet and swift.

The one God when He remains one forever,
why would I move innocent stone and flower
make temple and worship in some rite
and make Him distinct away from me?

In Tamil -