Clouds
You cloud over my thoughts You are like the dark rain bearing clouds Do You cover the sun Or do You simply pass over the sky blocking my view Maybe You are the thief who blocks my'vision' That imagination where suddenly recognize You in my being As thoughts As words and deeds As an imagination in Thine dream And suddenly You hover over As the Seven so called dangers Kaama Krodha Lobha Moha Mada and Matsarya No more shall I dread these For these are You As the rain bearing clouds Pouring Your Love on the farmers who sow for wellbeing And Your wrath on us city dwellers who breed greed No more shall dwell on why I dwell over the origins of these thoughts You fill my being You cloud my thoughts You enliven this imagination i consider me Oh Keshava! You are my thoughts You are me Om Tat Sat