Mischief maker

Mischief maker                                                                                     
 
I found You 
and began to lose myself.
 
The wine in my cellar has turned to vinegar.
I plucked a blood-tinged rose from a bed of thorns.
 
I’m bleeding now myself;
nothing seems to staunch the flow.
 
I took You for the Avatar.  I didn’t suspect
You were such a mischief maker.  Now I know. 
 
I found You and can’t shake You.
You’re everywhere I turn; in the turning, also.  
 
O child of God, you found your way to His Samadhi;
leave enough of yourself there to remain forever at His feet.
 
                              (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)