It’s His grace that’s been placed on my headSam Garrett – Grace
It’s His grace that’s been placed on my head
Oh Bhagavan it’s your grace that’s been placed Up on my head Again and again
Your grace has been placed on my…
The night begins to fall and I try to think of something other than You.
How can I?
It’s your grace that’s been placed up on my head.
How can I ignore this feeling?
The dandelion seeds flow so smoothly as One off of its flower.
How beautiful the sun falls through the cracks of branches and smiles;
the birds sing;
the bees hum.
I cried today when I saw my grandmother.
She repeated, I love you, OK? I love you, OK? into the video call.
That was the first I’ve seen her actively engage since she’s been in the hospital.
She became quickly frustrated by feelings of un-comfortability and my aunt hung up the phone with tears in her eyes.
And I ask Ma to please help but there’s only so much She can do. There is only destiny.
So I pray and chant and quantum leap into realities that everything is OK. And it is.
So I sit here, as night falls;
Thinking of my grandmother. Thinking of You.
My heart hurts a little while abundance constantly makes its way into my life.
How can I ignore it?
How can I persevere with my goals and passions while being thrown into pools of fire?
I think of Ma,
running through the battlefield;
the world enlightened
by her beauty.
I am That.
Tat Tvam Asi
I will live as I have and I will endure because I’m made of iron—-
It’s night fall and I await My Love’s arrival.
I’m thinking of Ma. I’m thinking of you.