As He stands in His majestic form
I watch in awe.
The planets circle His head
The sun and moon are His eyes.
He is the center of the universe
His tears are the rivers and lakes
As He opens His mouth, I see the Earth
Revolving around and around-- endlessly
He has an endless number of faces and
Infinite eyes that watch over us
And as I stare in amazement
He holds out His four arms to me
With folded palms, I fall prostrate at His feet
As I glance up, I see the items in His four hands
The chakra-- spinning incessantly
The golden mace-- held firmly, ready for battle
The lotus-- its beauty almost as magnificent as His
The conch-- held near His lips, ready to make its wonderful music
I see the golden crown on His Head
He is King of the Universe-- omnipotent
Without beginning, middle, or end
He is omnipresent-- He is everywhere I look
He is the Origin of all beings
The Controller of all
The Ruler of the Worlds
He is in the heart of all
Though, some have a hard time finding Him there
He is our Consciousness
He is our Love
He is the Fire, the Wind, the Water, the Earth
He is the Mountains, the Rivers, the Valleys
He is the fierce Winter that kills
And the gentle Spring that brings to life
He is the Days, the Months, the Years, the Eternities
For He is Time
He is Fame, Prosperity, Intelligence
He is Courage
He is Victory
He is the Mother that nurtures us
He is the Father that protects us
He is Beauty
He is Love
He is Laughter
He is Wealth
He is out good health
He is our sickness
He is Death-- who waits to take us all
He brings us our Happiness, our Sadness, our Terrors
He is the Center of Everything
For the first time I grasp the meaning of Eternal
A fierce wind blows around Him
And fire burns in His mouth
Like a moth's attraction to a blazing flame
Every living thing is attracted to His fires
Which will one day bring an end to our lives
He devours the worlds and then creates a new
For He is not only the Destroyer-- He is the Creator
Yet, in His smile I feel comfort, peace, and love
Looking at Him, I understand life
But I cannot look for long
The light that radiates from Him hurts my eyes
So I close them to pray

When I open them, everything is gone
In His place stand a young cowherd
Smiling innocently as a child
And in His hands He holds a flute
With it He plays a glorious tune
I feel myself getting lost in His music
The melody from the flute steals my heart
And it lulls me back to sleep
As I wake with the first rays of sunlight
I sit and wonder,
Was it all a dream?