Chaitanya’s Birthday

i lost, my molten being was
Redefined in His grip.
I was His perfect complement with 
Every move.

And he wanted to know
And I told him
“There is no one else.” 

And he began to seal off the final exit
Of the cloister that offers my wandering soul a home.
My freedom stands
Challenged by the words He pours into my open soul
“No one ever died of longing.”

Image of a hibiscus.