Lift me up onto your lap

Premik Maharaj

The lotus of my heart is trembling,
My maddened mind is enjoying the fun of it.
The madman [Shiva] and madwoman [Kali] have gathered together
A whole crowd of mad people
And look, Anandamayi [Kali] is dancing in bliss!
All of my sense organs and instincts watch in amazement.
And during this chaos
The doors of wisdom swing open.
Premik the madman says,
You cannot fool me, Ma, with these events.
If one’s parents are mad
How can they expect their son to be sane?
Listen, Ma Tara, you relieve us of our burdens
I give you a special appeal.
At the end of my life
When I float on the waters
Lift me up onto your lap
As your son.