Arpan’a’

Oh, my Golden One,
come, come to me…!

… Even if You do not come
still it’s sweet waiting,
still it’s sweet watching…

Whether loving You
makes me happy,
or it brings pain
- still I love You
… because You want me so.

It is Your Love in me
that is looking towards
returning to Yourself.
I love You
because You are making me
love You:
… You are in love with Yourself
- through me…

Oh, I cry when I’m “losing it”;
when I’m required to let go.
Oh, I cry when I need to surrender
- giving up my fears,
breaking down my walls,
cutting through my protections,
emerging from pretensions -
with tears I fill my extensions.

I don’t know “who I am”,
I don’t know “what to do”,
but I think of You.
Look at me, Ba’ba’;
accept me as I am:
Your creature
with all its shadows and lights,
with all its purity and dirt.
I am Yours as I am.
- However I am – I am Yours.
Let me be as I am:
I’ll adore You with my worship;
I’ll call You,
I’ll think of You,
I’ll walk with You…
I’ll let You see the world
through my eyes anew.
And in that we will meet:
not “two” but “One”…

Petal by petal
unfold me -
scatter the fragrance;

veil by veil
unwrap me -
spread my soul
throughout the Universe…

What I know about God
is that He is Love
and that He accepts me,
and that is enough.

My Ba’ba’,
in You
the “gaining”
and “losing”
reconciles.

Did I “lose” You,
or did I “get” You?!

Who are you?
There is a secret unspoken
behind your lips,
beauty unseen
behind your eyes…
Will I ever know you
who is hiding beyond your body;
who is never within my reach?

“That which is under My banner
doesn’t deteriorate.”

He lives in my eyes
He lives in my own loving…
we can never be apart.
He listens to my thoughts,
He shares my dreams,
He fulfills my desires.
He is my remembrance
and my forgetfulness.