like you did with the gopis;
one moment you are there,
another, you disappear.
Is it an illusion?
Are you not here and there-
Everywhere, omnipresent?
Then, why do some days
brighten with your glimmering rays
while some are clouded by your hurting absence?
Your word is a lesson.
Your persona life itself.
As I search for you
hither and thither
among brook and stream,
while awake and in dream
your peacock-feather crown,
the soul stirring notes from your flute
sway me away
rocking me to and fro
and then, I know -
You are always there
In my life's voyage.
I see You Krishna.
I see You holding the row of my sail,
