Currency of Love
Beloved
You once spoke:
If you wish not to suffer,
Never make a transaction
With the currency called Love
Yet
You have sown the seed of Love
Deep within this heart
That seed
Has sprouted and grown
Becoming huge laden tree with blossoms
Those blossoms of Love
Bloomed and flourished
Spreading the fragrance of Love
When those blossoms of Love were in full
bloom
You departed
Vanished from my sight
What remains is only longing
Swellings of grieve, waves of yearning
My heart shattered to pieces
These eyes long
To behold Your beautiful face
These ears long
To hear the music of Your flute
Since You departed
All that remains is endless sorrow
On the other shore
You laugh
And say:
Did I not tell you from the very
beginning?
Never make a transaction
With the currency
Called Love
You will be broken into pieces by
longing
You will grieve in an endless wait
Dedicated to Guruji Anand Krishna
(September 26, 2015 – September 26, 2025, ten years since meeting Guruji)

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