The secret of love

Every morning brings with it
the memory of our yonder ancient temple of love.  
On witnessing the evening twilight’s unfolding
I cannot but remember the wealth of Thy Soul’s love
and become utterly uneasy.

Either man or woman, tree or creeper, bud or flower,
the heavenly stars or the lofty wavelets of the ocean,
the earthly dust or the source of a rivulet;
by beholding them all, I remember
Thy enchanting handsome heart
and cannot but have a glimpse of Thine.

The heavenly happy music is heard in the form of various words
and whatever is seen by me is seen as Thy manifestation only.

While breathing I breathe always the perfume of Thy love
and in every touch feel that cool fragrant touch of Thine
thrilling the lyre of me heart.

That is the significance, the secret of my life.  
Thou art asking every now and then
for the explanation of my tears and pain
but here is the reply.

Nevertheless I never pray for Thy mercy.  
For this is the nectar of my life an din this lies the bliss.

- Shri Yogeshwarji