Being You

O my handsome Lord
of beauty and grace
enchanting as the first bloom
of love
the tiny frame of the temple’s sanctum
can barely contain
Your lithe form
a rare jewel shimmering like the stars
tender and commanding
a beguiling force
You are Bhagwan

When I see you
I see love
four armed and blue as the sky above
the softness on your face
stops my heart a hundred times
in the span of a day
for there You are casting spells
as the rain falls and falls incessantly
in vain it is
I run from You
how can an orange ever stop
growing on an orange tree

What’s to be our fate O Lord
on this long journey
to your holy abode
how much more longing
can I possibly withstand
the world is a beautiful but tiring place
it’s as if the soul feels the burden
of all that the body does and says
it seems so unnecessary

Now more so
my desire for you surpasses
every other desire to be
Your beauty absorbs me
compels me
to no longer run to You
the heart desires to run unto you
till I’m one with your form
and nothing stirs within
except the awareness of being You

You are every joy
You are every bliss
You are everything I have
and You alone I will have