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