What is the meaning of this life of mine?
You say it is the gift from the divine,
Fears and worries flood my Being,
Tears and sorrows crowd my feeling!
Is there a way out of this?
Is there a chance to escape into Bliss?
If god gave us this gift of existence,
Why do we worry? Why this pain?
Are we all just playing a game?
Teach us O swami, the trick;
Give us O swami, a small tip;
Lead us with your meditation;
Shower us the gift of concentration,
To forget our mind, to live in the divine
Nithyananda, absorb us into the sublime.
