Stay, My Love. Tarry a Little Longer. Dedicated to Gypsy Rose Lee. By Manatita
Stay, My Beloved, tarry a little longer;
Carry this besotted Lover,
On the lap of Your infinity.
No more struggle, Your sweet child
Is now exulted in delight,
As my heart cries, the Spirit burns,
With the ecstatic thrill that floods the Soul.
The power of Your Opulence,
And the joy of Silence,
Embrace me like a glow of delight.
I sit unmoving, yet swaying and waltzing,
To the melody of Your inner Harp.
My breath, like a Yogi in Pranayama,
Flows like rushing currents, and yet,
Dances like zephyrs in a sacred Temple.
Master Lover, as You play to my capacity,
Tears of gladness wells up from my eye lids,
As my Being sighs,
For Your children of tomorrow’s sun.
While in a continuum of thrills,
Your sweetness flows from pore to pore.
So please stay, my Sweet Lover.
Tarry a little longer.
I can’t have enough of
This calm serenity; pulsating Light,
I long to wine and dine, O sacred Guest,
A bestowed honour, so as to leave me
Inebriated at Your Table,
Lost in trance; absorbed in the sweetness of Love.
Let my Essence thrill and my heart jump in exultation,
To the glory of Your Love.
-Manatita 3rd June, 2014. Copyrighted.
Just stumbled onto this one by my Guru. I think that Gypsy will like it.
"True, if there is no love,
There can be no real service
To mankind".- Sri Chinmoy
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