FLOOD OF BHAGAVAN'S GRACE

One swims and dives deep in a temple tank,
 Walks in a fearful, empty jungle wood,
 Climbs a mountain peak where fresh air's so good;
 Pick pretty blooms by a river bank,
 But we don't know how to give You thanks!
 All one needs to do as one truly should,
 Is worship your lotus feet to be understood.
 You do not need to be decked with flowers,
 You're already the beautiful sublime,
 These outer forms waste many precious hours;
 The true sacrifice which is really prime,
 Is to give one's mind to the Self in the heart,
 That's all Sri Ramana asks, from the very start!