Beloved Lord, where are You

These sun stroke days pass slowly

My heart burns hotter than my body

This monster desire makes me blood hungry

For the cool quenching nectar of Your love

My bones ache from lacking the vitamin in

The moon glow of Your face

Time is a pocket of quarters I spend furiously at

The vending machine of plastic pleasures

Each slot ....empty......empty.....empty

The hotter my heart burns

the harder I run to escape it’s heat

The sun sets....... like a vampire I find release

The world quiets

A cricket chirps

My empty pockets no longer jangle to commercial rhythms

After spending all my quarters, what can I give You?

I can’t buy a moment of Your time

In the cool stillness, Beloved, please

Light the lamps of love that we may

Dance the dance of eternal lovers

Shake the tambourine and strike the gong!

I am ready to step into the enchanted forest of love

Coins of time are forgotten in eternal embraces

This sublime dance completes the metamorphosis

From monster to Gopi

Ah, give me a night like this forever

Your full moon face crowned with stars

Your velvet night body garlanded with a million flowers

      (The face of devotion shining on each one)