A poem to love

Who was it who came to sing
who was it who came in the fading lights of the evening
who was it who set fireflies in my gardens
who was it whose footfalls fell like music within my heart
who was it who leaves this beautiful imprint in my consciousness
who wakens when temple bells ring
who was it who kept calling my name
who was it who kept smiling when i closed my eyes in prayer
You who are nameless, faceless, formless rising within me
to whom alone i bow.
In you alone i exist , in you alone i perpetuate
No fear i have, no want i have
In your formlessness is my uninterrupted flowings
i come not to you to beg, to stand above or beneath
i come to stand to behold your smile as you behold mine
and the world becomes beautiful by itself.

No other sunrises for me
but that which comes to illuminate my soul
And it is your light i see in everything , every single day
Nothing to accomplish, for every act is only accomplishment
and every silent instant a beautiful poem.

You are not an answer to any quest
no quest i have, no answers i seek
in the basking of light
i remain tremendously alive
tremendously still
This body moves, while the core is imbeded in your silence.

After being here, there's no where to go
no temples of wisdom to seek
no kingdom, or greatness to conquer
for the universe of all universes are available, here- where i am
But it is not for this i am
but to sail upon that which has no purpose
kissing the mouth of life and passing on.
Listening to the babbles of a brook and pass on.
beholding the wounds of the wounded and passing on.
The only miracle i can hope for is
hoping he could see how free he could be
from all his self created agonies.

Today you rise again
so simple is life.