God is Born

my Lord walks past me
lost in thought
kicking a pebble absently

He goes to school to learn a lesson He will never need

my lord sees me not
He knows me not
as yet
i watch hidden
falling on the ground as He goes past
lost in some childish thought
He too would think me mad!

He has come not the learn
but to teach
to teach love and mercy
to bring joy into all hearts
and vanquish suffering!

Burden Him not
with lessons and mores
my dear Father
still a child
unknowing ...
of the Great Flood that will come

Fate has waited long, it waits a little longer...

My little Lord
moves His books from one hand to the other
Knowing little that this ground will be worshipped
knowing little that Shiva waits in ambush.

Arunachala will awaken from His long slumber soon
Mankind will rejoice
The Red Mountain will end its lonely wait
for companionship
Day will break upon Arunachala

My little Lord
joy of this soul
life of this life
turns the bend
and goes out of sight
but never out of my heart!

Never for a moment does my head
rise
above those Feet
which will trod
unshod one day
on Mother Earth

How joyous am I
God is born
The bud is about to flower!

(circa 1896. The Lost memoirs)