The yearning fills my whole body, a warmth and an ache. (I grasp and sigh...)
I keep praying: You God... You are all that I want, oh God...
When I walk through the room and hear the mantra playing (over and over), it sounds so sweet, like a brook tumbling over mossy stones, sweet with their mossy smell, I taste the sweetness, the nectar in the mantras, the sacred form of your sacred name.
I am praying, God. I am wandering, drunk with this passion, no place to seek, no person to seek, nothing to seek but Shiva, Shiva, Shiva....
Burn me, God. Burn everything that I have mistaken for anything but You.
I am driven to tears.
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