The Great Name
‘Tis not to you alone that I call by your name.
When all of me becomes a Blessed Tongue intoning the Great Name,
Overwhelmed by its puissance,
Melted down by its beauty,
I call to the truth that hides behind its appearance,
I call to the light that rescues the darkness,
I call to the Eternal Fullness that redeems the perceived lack.
‘Tis not to you alone that I call by your name.
I call to that once glimpsed Deep of unfathomable sweetness,
I call to the voiceless whispers forever beckoning beyond.
I call to the sound of the mysterious flute
Wafting through the babel of material voices.
‘Tis not to you alone that I reach out by your name.
I reach out to the lost kingdoms of the spirit,
I reach out to the loved one lost in the mist of compulsive thinking.
- Anahita Sanjana (India)
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