The Master's Spell

Whenever I see you, my eyes well up, I don't know why,

Its painful, but very blissful in the presence of thy.

In sync come these emotions that oppose,

It's the master's spell I suppose.

With him I want to merge,

In a flash my bondage will purge.

Only a devotee would know,

The pain it takes to grow.

The guru has cast his spell, helplessly I follow,

Like the children behind the pied piper of yore.

Lucky are those who be with thee,

Devotees around him I greatly envy.

A seeker can grow only with your grace,

With you, time passes by at tremendous pace.

Everything you know, from the divine to the mediocre,

When will you quench this forlorn seeker?