I love You
and I remain engrossed in Your thought
day and night.

My survival is marked
with Your golden effulgence.

In pain and in pleasure,
With unblinking eyes,
I look unto You.

With Your strength,
I push the wheels of Your cart.
You lie covered within both softness and hardness.

With the ego of action
You drew a curved line into my mind.
Within Your existence
I remain supported,
even should I be far and alone.

Is this a burning reaction (of a past deed)
or is this my destiny (writing on the forehead)