In the cosmic symphony’s grand ballet,
God took a sip of Maya’s wine one day,
Forgotten in the swirl of creation’s play,
His divinity veiled in mortal array.

Lost in the labyrinth of time’s design,
Became the wanderer of every star that shine,
Questioning in every realm and sign,
“Who am I? Who am I?” as His eternal line.

By chance or fate our paths did blend,
God in human guise became my friend,
With heartfelt words I did confide,
In hopes His true self would abide.

Drenched in delusion’s transient tide,
He read my words with eyes open wide,
A smile graced His lips for the truth implied,
“Could it be? Could it be?” His soul sighed.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha