Hari Om,
My eyes were set on my own great deeds
My ears heard only words of praise
Tasting, smelling, touching only what is here and gone
And wondering why the hunger, thirst, and longing went on
Lost in vanity and pretense
My five senses made no sense
And then to this man, so blind and base
To him, you granted a glimpse of grace
A glimpse of grace......
(Song Credits: Illayaraja's Oratorio on Manikavasagar's Thiruvasagam)
Om Namoh Bhagavathe Sivanandaya !
Om Namoh Bhagavathe Chidanandaya !
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