Who says I cannot touch Him?
As the gentle breeze caresses me and the sun wakes up
As the roaring wave breaks down and swirls around my feet
As the soft petals of the lotus brushes my fingers
He touches me, and I touch Him.
Who says I cannot smell Him?
As the fragrance of the jasmine flowers greet my hair
As the ghee melts when I fry the cashewnuts for His Prasadam
As the fresh rain touches the grains of the sweltering sand
I smell His divine presence around me.
Who says I cannot Taste Him?
As I drink in the hint of firewood in the paysasam from the temple
As I grab a handful of the Tirupathi laddoo and chew it lovingly
As I sip the tulsi water after standing in line for hours
I taste the love He has for me.
Who says I cannot hear Him?
As the temple bell reverberates around my ears and calls His name
As Yesudas’s divine voice breaks the dawn at Guruvayur
As I exhale out slowly the Omkara mantra
I hear only about His Magnificence.
Who says I cannot sense Him?
As I hear about His antics in Gokul as a cowherd
As I cry out His name after a long day, wearied and tired
As I sing out His bhajans while cooking dinner
I sense His presence. He is undoubtedly besides me.
And if I can taste, touch, smell, hear and sense Him,
Do I need anything else?
Is there anything else?
