Precious Guru

Master of my being
I am longing for the day
To see your gentle face
Once more

To touch your hair and smell the sandal fragrance in your curls
Tears drop when I remember you
Your skin is golden and soft
And there is no place compared to your arms

Being close to you is the end of any thought
The practice is being united to you
There is no effort, the word doesn’t even exist
As you take me I happily surrender to you

Absolute trust and my heart is yours
And you loved me wrathfully, like a strong river that takes with him any barrier
At the end I don’t exist anymore
Outwardly there’s my appearance and voice

Within there is only you

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