Emotions

Now i know why You are called the thief Oh Deceiver of hearts Lovely face of Thine I behold Oh Krishna, like a child You steal the butter The result of a days toil For Your enjoyment and mirth Divine Lover You are Stealing and laughing From far away with Love As we search for the butter of toil We fail to see Thee in action In every effort of ours And hold the result to our hearts To forget Thy grace in our results Your loving grace we see When You lovingly steal away What we thought was ours Only to prove that All are Yours Thy praise I cant sing For You stole my tongue My words my thoughts Even my Will is Yours Yet Your action seem to me That You have stolen what belongs to me Knowing full well that All belong to You May Your Love ever last May Your grace ever shower Oh Lover Keshava Madhava Govinda I proclaim For whenever I say Your name More and more of what I believed was mine Seem to be Yours and in place of my greed I see now Your Love and I enjoy Thy grace I pray Oh Lord that i...

Holding on to His arms Pressing His shoulders on mine Locked in His hold Forgetting everything else I indulge in this passion In His presence I dwell Thinking only of His breath on mine Warm and powerful, I lose control Whirling in His arms Stepping to the sounds of drums Arms around Him I lose sense of direction As the world loses its grip on us In a lovers embrace I shamefully hold Him In a world that recognizes lust as Love I only want for His safety, a babe His appearance as a babe in my arms, Krishna Oh what joy, this dance brings Where thoughts merge into an intense longing To only feel His presence and nothing else Where He dominates in His Love and I a mad lover Will this end I think and there disappears the Love And in its place a world appears with thoughts That spills over with greed and want for things And there I lose His grip to fall with a painful force Oh Krishna, may I pray for Your embrace again May I be in Thy presence that even Lovers shy away As I shamelessly clutc...

Strange that it seems to me To judge a moment a person A thought, a word with no knowledge of what it means Strange it seems that I think I know a lot of things yet in reality I know nothing To judge anything, anyone Strange it seems that I dont Think twice before the thought emerges from somewhere inside, deep within Where words originate as though I authored them Strange it seems that I keep saying I, strange on what basis do I say I who am just a bunch of memories A feeble electric pulse in a network of dirt Strange, yet I see the beauty in flowers The strike of a note in a guitar The beat of a drum in rhythm The joy in the synchrony of instruments Oh for that moment I stop judging I just am ... suspended in joy An acceptance par explanation Words fail and I return And try to judge it And I can only exclaim What an experience! I just cant judge 'cause I cant hold it, I can't control it I can't possibly say how it will go on I just accept it as it is! Strange, cause I f...