LAMP

Like a wick of a lamp burns my heart,
In your remembrance night and day,
& it shows me the path with its light
But ever so weak, ever so dim.

The gusts of my own folly blows at it
And the light of my will wavers
Still it burns, it never dies
But ever so weak, ever so dim.

Darkness presses me from all directions
And the cold gnaws at my marrow
Yet the lamp holds my will
But ever so weak, ever so dim.

I wait here for it is promised you will appear
And you will bring the light of sun
And my faith in that promise remains
But ever so weak, ever so dim.

Is the disciple not ready?
For you have not appeared yet
And the cries of my anguish rings around
But ever so weak, ever so dim.
---- Yogi