Exile to Bhakti


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Exile to Bhakti

I am mad with love
And the ages will not understand
Why I forsake a normal life
For God, for art, for devotion

And no one will understand
My plight, but maybe Sufis
Those that listen for the Tao
Only the wounded

Can understand the agonies of the wounded
Only the downtrodden
Can feel the fire of the rage
Of the impoverished

The Angels knew this
And that is why I am ever
I am made with love
Not for a person, but people

Not for one people, for all life
Not for a God, a symbol or a saint
But for in the possession
Of love that is a lack

But in the recognition of it
I found love habituated
Every part of the world
All the known planets

And found everything beautiful
And somehow nothing worthy of
Divine love, that is why
People know so little about the universe.

Treatise on Surrender to the Future


68

My Beloved,
I came into the world
With empty hands,
Unaware of what treasures

I might find here –
I cam from God
The Eternal Dreamer
Ready to know my Immortal Lover

She was the happiness-gift
Of a devotion I valued most
She was the bliss-spark
Of a surrender I happened upon

Naturally, as naturally
As I was born to live and die –
My Beloved,
My minds wants to invent

A new God, with pretty new doctrines
But my heart wants to discover
Something eternal, untarnished
By bloody histories, civil unrest

My dear Nature,
Please warm me before
Evolution finds my kind extinct
My gratitude-heart,

Can only bare so much
And I feel your heart
Even in the carelessness of all
We have done, all we do

The miracle of my chase with God
Can only end in the realization
Of your secret wishes
In my descendants.