My Beautiful Lord Rama

Sitting quietly,

in the dawns golden filtered light.
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,

with unforsaken delight.

Chanting your mantras 

and absorbed in your yantra,
I sit in awe, 

transfixed by your might. 

As a lamp in a windless place,

does not waver,
my mind is moved,

by my hearts unsullied candor.

My Rama,

my beautiful Lord Rama
God of all Gods

and King of all Kings.
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,

my beautiful Lord Rama,
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

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. 

Warmed by golden beams
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."