Today I hugged 'Collected Works' and sang a bhajan to You. 'Prabhuji'.
I pressed the book against my cheeks, first the right cheek. Then You asked for my left cheek.
I pressed Your face against my other cheek (i turned the other cheek to You!).
Then one photograph on my table asked me, 'What about me?'. I gave it the cheek-to-cheek treatment, too.
We are Your offspring, Lord. We need Your love, and to Love You.
Your love is our food. It is air and water for us.
It feels like you are physically here with me, breathing down my neck.
Who are you, Lord, who loves us more than we can love ourselves? Reveal yourself to us, Lord, we yearn to know You.
(iTunes: srirupamanjari)
2006-10-02 10:03 PM Totally shattered by Your Love
