In the garden of my mind, blossom flowers of dispassion
Grown from the seeds of penance and waters of meditation.
Slowly the blossom loses it charm in materialisms,
Its fragrance in monotony,
And loses itself in sense occupations…
Helpless I am!
For I identify myself with change,
Stuck in the bog of latent desires…
Again the season changes and its heyday..
Irrigating the soil of ignorance,
Diving deep into waters of mediation,
The flowers would blossom soon in the garden of my mind.
Its charm would captivate the soldiers of the Spirit,
Its fragrance would mesmerize humdrum,
And peace would rule the senses.
Lord, Consecrate the bloom, in the garden of my mind!