Krishna stealing butter

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 in these actions
I carry out dedicating to Your Love
May Dharma Your Love prevail
May actions be carried to completion with Your Love

I seek Thee for I love Thee
More and more You reveal Thy actions
In my life, the more I begin to give
And to give I can only drop my greed

For Love is Yours, the world Yours
These thoughts Yours, these results Yours
These failures of mine appear to me for
I cling to my greed for these results

I pray Thee to show me Thy grace
For I do these actions dedicated to Thee
Else what should I do, that You Will me?
Pray show me the path to follow

Oh Madhusudhana! Do I cry for what You stole
Or for You who stole me and left confused
May You blossom in my heart
May You manifest in my actions

May You merge me in Thee
Om Tat Sat

Dancing with Krishna

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 clutch to Your being passionately
As a longing lover would her partner after parting for long

Drunk in the memory of this ecstasy
My senses whirl in longing for Your body
That hold the Lotus of Love in Your arms
And Your lips that smile like blossomed roses

Oh for that kiss of Yours I long O Krishna
That smile of Yours with eyes open wide
Taking control of this mad fool
And making me forget of my greedy wants

Whirl me in Your Love dear Lord,
Oh dreamer, Oh Lover; bewitcher of hearts
May I merge with You as Radha,
May I be married to Your Bliss

Where is Heaven my darling
Where is there a moment in Joy
That does not carry Your thought
That does not hold Your presence in it

Time my Lord seems to me to kill me slowly
But when Your memory overcomes
Time seems to wrap me in its arms
And embraces me into a dance of Joy

As visions of You with Your lovers
appear to soothe my mind
As I undress my mind from its wants
And embrace Your body in Love

Your memory is like the kiss of a Lover
Your arms reaching over my being
Your thoughts making this misery disappear
Oh Krishna Oh Lover Oh Giver of Joy

As I whirl in the delusional Joy
Time seems to stand still
Holding me in Her arms
Like a mother would her babe

Oh Krishna You are Time,
You are Kaala, death Giver
May I die in Your arms Oh Lord
And be born in Your arms

Only to sing and dance forever
Whirling and whirling in Joy
Arms holding each other with Your Lovers
Let there be nothing but Your embrace

Oh Krishna, I long for You
I die for Your presence
Oh Lord, let this end
This misery of Your absence

Oh Keshava, Oh Madhava
May I merge in Your Love

Om Tat Sat

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 fail
And I just accept it as it is!

Music .. saves me from madness!