Know Thyself

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke

The grains in the pod of wheat 

Trap the powerful sun's heat

Later this power we all eat

Likewise, into Her nature you blend

To worship Her this body is lend

And dissolve into Her in the end

 Have no worries in Her Grace

If you would take up any race

You are sure to be an ace

She knows all, She is omnipresent

With your deeds don't make her resent

Or for a long suffering you will be sent

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke