What did I listen to?

what can I offer, which he has not made?

He saw me though again, standing in the crowd..

Whose beckoning, I loathe, I go when I please

Through my senses I try, to comprehend his grace

I wade, I hide, I say my heart blossomed

Through words which I read, I spoke and I listened.

He stood there smiling, while I covered all follies

Still in the crowd, tending to my worries..

His call I ignored, I say I am his owning

I came through ages, free to his choosing..

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 மனம் அகம் மலம் அற மலர் மிசை எழுதரும்
மனன் உணர் வளவிலன், பொறிஉணர்வவை இலன்
இனன் உணர் முழுனலம் எதிர் நிகழ் கழிவினும்
இனன் இலன் என்னுயிர் மிகு நரை இலனே

நம்மாழ்வார் 

( I thought I had nothing to write this week.. but this pasuram which I read while waiting for a patient to deliver, was stored deep, and I woke up early , inspired to write..)