Sitting quietly,
in the dawns golden filtered light.
I wonder at your beauty Lord Rama.
My imagination,
I wonder at your beauty Lord Rama.
My imagination,
wonders at such a sight.
With only my hearts vision as a guide,
my imagination soars,
As a lamp in a windless place,
With only my hearts vision as a guide,
my imagination soars,
with unforsaken delight.
Chanting your mantras
Chanting your mantras
and absorbed in your yantra,
I sit in awe,
I sit in awe,
transfixed by your might.
As a lamp in a windless place,
does not waver,
my mind is moved,
my mind is moved,
by my hearts unsullied candor.
My Rama,
My Rama,
my beautiful Lord Rama
God of all Gods
Could this world of now,
Please grace the peaceful few,
Please do not forsake,
Warmed by golden beams
of dusty,
curtained light,
"By your side,
God of all Gods
and King of all Kings.
Your story is a vision,
Your story is a vision,
of our hearts purest desire.
Could this world of now,
elevate to such heights?
As living, breathing examples,
of your purest unconditional love
and dharma,
could we aspire to be so bright?
My Rama,
could we aspire to be so bright?
My Rama,
my beautiful Lord Rama,
grand curator
grand curator
and orchestrator,
of all this drama.
Please grace the peaceful few,
the strength to live your word,
to be living examples of your love
to be living examples of your love
and to never go, unheard.
Please do not forsake,
our noblest prayers
but give us the strength to serve
and share.
Please show us the way,
to always love and care.
And always show us the way,
to be just and fair.
of dusty,
curtained light,
these words inside me,
I cannot deride.
"By your side,
by your side,
I'll always be there,
by your side."