The Stream
My Lord
white as jasmine
I have tried to follow
your heady scent
but was lost
in the labyrinth
of your garden
Now I see
there are many paths
that lead back
to You
Only when I cease
holding you
at arms length
have you embraced me
Only when I stop
trying to be worthy
am I cleansed
by your purity
The most Herculean task
I will ever undertake
is to let you
love me
Every imperfect
part of me
Laid bare
and anointed
in The Stream
till I am ready for you
at last
My Lord
white as jasmine
– After Mahadevi