Oh Infinite

You are mysterious; beyond the comprehension of humand mind,
Yet everyone likes to talk about You.

You are kind granting every wish asked for,
Yet You remain the same.

You are the powerful, all else is Your creation,
Yet are so loving.

You are all incusive manifested in everything in the space,
Yet You are not that.

Salutations to You, Oh Infinite. Salutations to You.
The most beautiful, the mention of whom stirs the body and mind,
Salutations to You, Oh Infinite. Salutations to You.

'I' am the Soul

If 'I' am the Soul, what need I have of the clothes.
Is not 'I' covered by the skin!

If 'I' am the Soul, what need I have of the food.
Did 'I' ever cry of hunger or celebrate after the sumptous feast?

If 'I' am the Soul, what need I have of the education.
What is that 'I' doesn't know about?

If 'I' am the Soul, what need I have to care about the good and the bad.
For when did 'I' learn to differentiate.

'I' am the Soul, 'I' am the Soul,
Dancing in the glory of Thy name,
Unmindul of all but Thee, but Thee.