The Tear-drops in my Eyes, I Offer

There's little left here, Bhagavan,
To offer Thee — too poor am I:
There's nothing left at all to give,
For all acheivements vanish at Thy Feet
And all things dwindle to mere nothingness,
— So trivial are all forms of life —,
There's one thing only that with faltering heart
I dare to offer Thee —,
If Thou wilt graciously accept:
It is the tear-drops in my eyes
Which ever manifest themselves
In silent contemplation of Thy Grace.
They spring from Thee:
They are the Elixir of Bliss —
Let them return to Thee,
Their Source, the Ocean of Pure Love,
As a symbol of my heart.

Sadhu Ekarasa