Gopi Pilgrim
What is a flower
Lest it can be enjoyed
I am capable of nothing
Only Baba is capable
The journey of a trillion miles
Is instantaneous realization but
I’m just a common gopi pilgrim
Aswirl within His Endless Heart
Swimming in His Endless Sea
Chrysanthemum
What is art
But a span of illusory time and space
In Existence
What is science
What are the consequences
Fumbling, bumbling and stumbling
With what took six hundred and thirty million years
Of worship at GOD’s Lotus Feet to make
Like an unstoppable engine
Like an imperceptible ripple in a clear lake
Like a silent proclamation
From the fire
In the heart of the Chrysanthemum
Like a ripple in a flood of love awake
In the shadow of your smile
Wayfarer In Longing
What, I can believe in an angel
But I can’t believe in GOD?
It’s a very important choice
Any wound heals more slowly now
As the angels of GOD sing
I lose my voice
There’s nothing more important
Than spiritual worship
Try to wear GOD’s wedding ring
Within the realm of the many heavens
Saturated with divinity’s spiritual light
And thereby infinite consummation
Yet its not an easy task
Being married – relationships
Fill the scripts
And hip hop hurray
Slowly
Coming to just another dying day
Where everything goes but our
Own consciousness
Just traveling further along the way
A mere wayfarer in longing
Dying to caress
The only real LOVER
Anthony Giammattei (Poet) 