THE GURU'S SUPREME LOVE
Swami
You have not asked me for one paisa
nary a penny
not even a farthing
what can I grant to the
Giver of Everything
the bestower of wealth itself
except my transformation
few can understand the chela's devotion
the immense love that makes us indistinguishable
the mirror no longer reflects my image
only the soft rustle of Your coral robes
crescent moon eyes
Krishna smile
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
