2/9/21

Inspired by the Gopi Geeta lovingly taught by Vivekji with the precious insights, i wrote this poem-

Being a Gopi

I see Your tiny feet

under the canopy

of the blossoming Kadamba tree.

That melody from anklet bells

serenades to me.

When You play the fortunate flute,

I envy its closeness to You.

All I want to do is

run

to You,

kiss Your feet.

Then I get greedy.

Can I hold You in my arms,

envelope You with my kisses

or just let my tears wet Your feet

as I hide my face?

my nose rubbing the earth,

where You walked

now moist with rivers from my eyes.

Can i embrace You tight

to never met You go

Or just be content with

watching You from the distance

standing by the Yamuna

as they all come and drink You

with their eyes?

i cannot say

that my love is different

or better than theirs.

i cannot say

that that I have been churned

more than others.

i cannot say

that my longing is more acute

and the burning desire for You

has become my Truth.

All i say is

that when i cry

Your songs are in my heart,

Your name is on my breath,

Your form is in my eyes.

i wait.

my existence dedicated to Your presence.

Then You come to me.

There is no ‘me’.

There is only Silence.