When grace strikes, earth turns into gold,

The common stone is charged with alchemy.

Look, the bliss I sought for years and years,

Now flashes upon my sight.

There in a temple wombed in earth,

I’ve seen a gem, and cast my past behind me forever.

 

Unimaginable, the the light in the eye.

Indescribable, the ring in the ear.

Incomparable, the taste on the tongue.

Immeasurable, the peace of the inconceivable sushumna nadi.

 

Everywhere you’ll find him in the tiniest particles of dust,

In the hard wood or a tender blade of grass.

He is everywhere,

The subtle, the imperishable,

The unchanging Lord.

— Allama Prabhu