Behind That Door

When the day has just begun
in my heart there’s
a surge of hope
of finding You awake
alive
as if waiting for me
to throw open the doors
and lay these mortal eyes
on your very immortal form
ah the joy of discovery
that lies beyond those sheesham doors
the sweet sweet dwelling
of my most beloved Lord

While outside the light is crackling
past the blanket of the night
escaping the eerie quietness
and into the waiting arms
of a lazy morning
it’s my belief that
You stand their watching
smiling like a tomcat
mischief in your eyes
adoring your doltish kitten
tiptoeing all about

Oh I don’t know why
You feel so real
more real than real people
since when has stone that property
that it can gawk and speak
make the heart swell with love
the mind with goodness
hell what is this drug
that flies from your being
to the center of my existence
beguiling me into surrender

Are You a magnet my Lord
You must be
but I ain’t no shining steel
more a rusty iron
that’s lost its sheen
and yet, stick I must to You
so even when I fall to pieces
it’s at your feet
that the last of me is scattered
like a dead insect
dissolving into earth

Oh how I love your soothing ways
the calm and peace that You radiate
it sings to my soul
all the people I am
to the world
to myself
they all come together
to make a very convincing whole
as of all the six slices of a pie
have gone back in time
when the pie was all but one

O my grand Emperor
my father my love
this life is a celebration
if I were to die today
I’d be a peaceful soul
to have known your kindness
the joy of your nearness
bliss is a small word
it can only say so much
grace too is redundant
for You are pure love
a shade of gold unseen unheard

Oh Bhagwan You delight me
enthral and enchant
what’s more to come I wonder…