The begging bowl

Dear beloved Lord,

At night, I slept on my bed

Woke up in the morning,

Remembering all that happened,

with hope, lust and agitation.

When will that day come, 

when I will sleep on your lap

and wake up freshly

with the  remembrance of

Your  Grace, Peace, love and compassion?

~Parameswari Kumar

Dear beloved Father,

I had been roaming around the streets

as a beggar

with the hope that

something or somebody

in someday will fill my bowl

moving from place to place, 

person to person.

 

Nobody could satisfy my hunger.

Became hopeless and helpless,

Dropped down under the tree.

Somebody picked me up 

And held me in hands,

He looked wise and compassionate.

He became my companion. 

He did not seem to belong to

this place and time,

But, coming from a far away place, 

Yet close to me.

One fine day I found his true face.

He is really not a person as I thought, 

But You, my Father in disguise

I could see You hidden

inside the robe and

behind the eyes of the teacher. 

You are the King of all and I am your child.

At that moment, 

I threw away the begging bowl.

~Parameswari Kumar.