Divine Madness

Euphoric, I rush to you, Lord, unaware I'm naked. In your presence, my physique and psyche are elated On my way, I trampled them—thus my kith and kin complained. In my mad, single-minded pursuit, had I gone harebrained? Am I a rebel that I've given up all social norms? Drunk with your thoughts, have I forgotten all gregarious forms? My home and all within it, seem to me nonexistent. In my sleeping and waking I've become inconsistent. I'm filled with hallucinations of heaven day and night. With devils and furnaces, in my nightmares, I often fight. I feel your Spirit flowing like a stream and washing me. From my sins of commissions and omissions, I rise free Transcending each mundane infinitesimal dharma That fetters me in a birth-rebirth cycle of Karma. Like a mad mullah or like a crazy priest of Allah In each drama, am I not seeking you, the Param Brahma?