Feet flower

 Neither stillness

Nor  wavering

Not chaotic or tranquil 

Insight, delusion, aren't mine

I'm but a flower at the feet

Of the Universal divine

Neither  trample

Nor prick

Not hopeful or desparate

Nonchalance, brooding, aren't mine

I'm but a flower at the feet

Of the Universal Divine

Neither unfettering

Nor confinement

Not reasonable or ignorant

Fulfilment, despondence, aren't mine

I'm but a flower at the feet

Of the Universal Divine

Every waking moment I offer myself

At those feet, of unbound love

My existence is but an exhilaration,

An exuberance at the Divine trove