Leela There are rain clouds overhead Oh my soul How we long for the sun Running river, flowing streams Quiet passion seeks the midnight dance Shh, oh heart Don't jump so loud in anticipation! Dark forest, foliage of fright Conquoring reveals beauty Treading light and swift Oh Lord, the untredded path is hard Have we the strength to battle such demons? Reaching! Reaching! Oh screaming soul! Not to much farther to the grove of inner peace! Silence. Dark and beautiful. Leaf rustle...oh what could it be? Soft, soft-- Music tinkling like bells of laughter Rustling movement and tinkling bells Calm, calm-- Then there he was. Skin as dark as the cloudy night Hands grasping a golden flute Beauty personified in light Be not faint, this is what you waited for But what of rejection? Oh heart, think of not such grand disappointment! Bless are you in such presence alone! Tinkling music, lost in the esctasy To only dance with him--- Oh! so it shall be! Me alone? Me alone? He couldn't possibly be brushing my hand with his lotus touch! Oh moment, barely breathing Just dancing, oh dancing Oh my love, my heart Keep still within--just dancing Spinning, spinning--- LIGHT Quiet stir-- Oh could it be? Just a dream? Oh no, please no. Legs under the covers have not been dancing? Yet the heart is crying in divine bhakti? Oh Lord, down on our knees Grateful for your diving grace Oh vision of gopikas! Dream of your dance! Beautiful Raas-Leela of your lotus feet!
Even though I am a guy I found this poem to be quite appealing. Thank you for sharing your fantasy. Very elegant!!
Reminds me of a story about Swami Chinmayananda. When he was looking through a sculptor's wares, trying to find the right Krishna idol for a temple he was building, he found that every Krishna idol had a Radha with it. He found one he loved very much, and he asked the sculptor to give him just the Krishna idol. The sculptor refused and was adamant, until Gurudev finally cried out, "Are baba!!! I am his Radha!!!"
