My Being Is Your Instrument

Awake to the Name
To be born in a human body is rare,
Don’t throw away the reward of your past good deeds.
Life passes in an instant— the leaf doesn’t go
back to the branch.
The ocean of rebirth sweeps up all beings hard,
Pulls them into its cold-running, fierce, implacable currents.
Giridhara, your name is the raft, the one safe-passage over.
Take me quickly.
All the awake ones travel with Mira, singing the name.
She says with them: Get up, stop sleeping —
the days of a life are short.

– Mirabai

by Atul Ranchod

My being is your instrument.
Your wind it courses
Love in its pureness

Bypasses all of this.
The ultimate bliss
Residing in your

Whilst my life has me
Let me sing out my song.
To be free

From right and wrong.
In your heart’s chambers
Melodious reminders

Your holy name
Imbuing each the same.
Diving deeper

So I can meet you
To merge into
The eternal flame


What an innate desire!
Each moment unveiling
Nuance and feeling

My heart is full
For room has been made
Where at last I can rest
My head.

To be
So finely attuned
Between observer
And observed

Where nothing else remains
Lest the love
Flowing through my veins.


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