Oh, My Master’s Lotus Feet Are Bittersweet
By Tamal Krishna Goswami
God’s greatest gift, service to my master,
Exorcist of the ghost of past desire,
Sweet purgative, bittersweet oil of castor.
I’ve found my master’s service does inspire
Desirelessness of all but pleasing him;
Without remorse, I watch life’s joys expire.
Let lust retire, that most acidic sin,
By guru’s grace, its misery alkalize
My soured life, rescued by his discipline.
I hide my sin in shame lest he recognize
My faults and condemn what I e