My Guru’s Love

My Guru’s Love is ripest blossoms
No love is there to compare
A kiss that melts the hearts of mountains
Touching, reaching everywhere

My Guru’s Beauty’s trembling rainbows
Dancing in the silver air
A Heart that’s breaking for all beings
A wound no one else can bear

My Guru’s Joy’s a stream of rivers
Longing with the sea to share
True Water of cascading bliss
That steals away our every care

My Guru’s Power is the Lion
Pacing in His secret lair
Waiting for True devotees
Listening for their Easy Prayer

My Guru’s Courage is our wardrobe
All our sorrows He does wear
He dresses us in Rays of splendour
Runs Light fingers through our hair