Let my mind keep returning to you till it rests in you

manasy avirāstām alam lakṣa-lābhaiḥ

May he within my heart remain,
Beyond all wealth, beyond all gain.
No fortune vast, nor heavens high,
Can match the love that will not die.

(Damodarashtakam — Verse 5, Line 4)

My dear Lord, love for you absorbs your pure devotees so deeply that you become their supreme value—without doubt or deviation.

I, however, have chased many alternatives—pleasures and pursuits that seemed promising but have left me unfulfilled at best and frustrated, degraded, or even devastated at worst. O merciful Lord, I am so far from the unshakable realization that you alone are the best of all that can be desired. Yet let me not be discouraged but instead encouraged to take concrete steps toward that conviction. Let me value not only the final vision of conviction but also the slow, seemingly small steps I take toward it—each conscious choice, each moment of remembrance.

Even if I cannot sustain that remembrance always, O all-inclusive Lord, let me at least cherish every opportunity in the present moment to turn away from the world and turn toward you. Let my journey be one of constant returning—so that every time my mind turns away due to fickleness, it swiftly turns back to you through the firmness of my intelligence, strengthened by the mercifulness of your infinitely loving heart. Through such repeated realignment, may my mind become purified—seeing only you and seeking nothing but you.