You came,
loved
and ferried the boat
across the dark ocean.

You filled the earth
with collections of flowers.

You quenched
the pangs of hunger and thirst.

Those famous persons who came
received the wee bit of Your grace.

Those who are yet to come
will receive the flow of Your mercy
that flows in this creation.

You, remaining alone,
brought down a flood
from the fountain of light.

Although You stay in an eternal abode,
You descend to play the divine game.

In the flow of Your play shall we all attain You.
By Your grace shall we cross darkness.
This promise of Yours ever fills my mind and heart.