At His Feet by Puran Singh (The Temple Tulips)

Leaving time and thought behind, I fly,
I Cut the illusion-cocoons that I have woven around me,
Flying out of myself for ever, I faint and faint at His Feet.
As a babe in the mother's lap I drink His light in my soul, concealed from all.
I go as a cloud at night veiling the stars in myself.
But I sit drinking dew with the turbaned flowers in the morning, at His feet.
At the sight of His creation Love turns his key on the doors of my heart.
By His goodness I have gained freedom within the prison doors, at His feet.