I Hear the Mad Woman Singing Old Hymns


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Dark Friend, what can I say?
That Krishna is with me to the end
This love I bring
In suffering I heeded not a normal life
Seeing the elegant body of the Supreme
I am ravished
Courted by spiritual messengers
My brain sings the old Sanskrit hymns
The perennial feelings
Well up teardrops of surrender
I blaze across mystic silence
I am stamped by lifetime after lifetime
Like a virgin to God
Like an infant to Nature
I visit the courtyard
Where we first met
From distant lifetimes that are ancient
Today will too one day be ancient
Dark Friend, what can I say?
That I do not fear death.

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The Last Bhajan


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My Beloved dwells in my heart
She is touching me right now
As we speak, I can feel her
Eyelashes on my soul, blinking
Me into a lifelong state of bliss

My Beloved tells me I’m needed
Just the way I am, that I exist
For a purpose, I want to offer her my gifts
All that I am ever am or could be
My Beloved knows my Will

To serve her into Eternity
I have actually seen her Abode of Joy
She offers it to me with her flaming pen
My Beloved dances with me
Between the curtains of morning

From some place far away and distant
She finds me from within
I have no human body, to say
This was real, but I feel her nearly
In every second, she creates

Moments and vibrations in me
My Beloved sets me free
She is touching me right now
It makes tears pour down my cheeks
Her baby eyes watch me with
A terrible power of innocence.