Posted on: 03 Feb 2024
[A poem written by Smt. Priyanka, Canada on Shri Datta Swami]
My Swami, has the time come now finally?
Has it really been 7 years or 7 lives?
My heart is racing faster now
With the thought of being in Your presence already
As my anxiety increases day by day,
Unable to wait anymore…
My palms are vibrating...
With the thought of touching Your feet
Dancing away the past week in joy
To all sorts of music resonating my thoughts
(resonating:- repeating)
Now, as the day to fly to You approaches
I’m numb, nervous, pained and yet excited
(numb:- unable to feel anything)
I’m an impure stream filled with various poisons
I don’t deserve to meet the purest Ocean
Yet, my Ocean allows me in His presence
And makes me taste His kindness & tolerance
All the past memories are coming back...
Like the first rain of spring
Why do they seem like episodes from past life already?
Has it really been that long?!
Why does this meeting yet to happen now
Seems like first meeting in a new life already?!
Is it really time?
Is it really time to meet my Light?
Is it really time to meet my Sun?
Is it time to defrost in His presence?
(defrost:- to release from a frozen state)
Struggling with emotions already…
I haven’t even met You yet!
As I mention the return date to anyone
The pain of leaving You has begun already!!
I cannot wait. I cannot wait. O this separation!
Yet why do I want time to slow down only?
O precious day of meeting my Swami,
Please come slowly. Don’t fly by again…
Am I really going back to that pious land?
Where I met the Lord of my life!
Am I really going back to that pious land?
Where my Krishna-Datta lives!
I used to think You are my Pardesi
(Pardesi:- a foreigner)
Who has come for us earthly beings!
But now, You are my Desi only
(Desi:- a native local person)
And I have been made a pardesi!
Living in a completely different world away from You
As I see the painful distance between us
I console myself that there is no distance
Believing that You live in my heart as well
Is it really the time to meet You, my Swami?
My hungry palms want to know
Whether they will finally get to touch Your feet
Is it really the time to meet You, my Swami?
My thirsty eyes want to know
When they will lay their sight on You again
Is it really time to meet You, my Swami?
My beating heart wants to know
When it will stop the moment it sees You again
Is it really time to meet You, my Swami?
My itchy feet want to know
When they will run to You and finally rest
O heart! Don’t burst with joy and pain already!
Wait a little more…Just a little more…
O my Heart! I wait with my arms stretched out
Let this earth embrace her Sky already…
Only Yours,
Priyanka