Thought
Beseeched by Bhagiratha’s prayer
Formed from melted snowy peaks
Through matted locks, sweet Mother’s care
Surging through Her mouth She speaks
Ethereal beauty at Lord’s feet
Valleys narrow flowing through
One sixty miles its journey’s meet
To flow so pilgrims’ hearts renew
Into the fertile plains below
To Hardwar for Her homage there
For liquid blessings to bestow
Her flowing grace beyond compare
Enjoy Her nectar and rolling waves
Who adorns the worlds in Divine array
Who empties Herself where ocean saves
At the sacred point of Bengal’s bay
Prayer
O flowing Grace that provides nourishment and life pouring it everywhere. I hardly notice Your glory. May my mind be open to Thy flow for the transformation of all.
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