Sage in disguise

I remember that first time I set foot on you, beloved One, who called me. My feet were burning, each step was difficult, I blistered my feet ... I had no idea who you were, I had no idea that the one who lived on the mountain whom I sought, and the mountain were both one, and were both my beloved Father.

I walked on you as though you were a mountain. O beloved sage disguised as a mountain.


(Listening to Jai Radha Madhava - in concert)