Smile:)

    Sunlight shines across your face,
as a smile slips across your lips.
    The moon sulks,
at the entrancing incandescence,

of your shimmering eyes. 
    And the earth falls silent,
under the gentle caress,
of your Divine lotus feet.

     Oh Bhagavan,
my sweet Bhagavan,
you are delicious.
    The most flavorsome of prasads,
the perfectly seasoned dish.
     If I had only one wish,
it would be to have my fill,
of this most perfectly, seasoned, bliss.

    I always feel you're with me,
sitting quietly in my heart.
    I wonder how many times you've saved me and granted me a brand new start.
    I wonder how many times you've kicked me, when I've failed to play my part. 
    And I wonder how many times you've helped me, when it seemed I'd forgotten
how to laugh.

    Everytime I fall down,
you pick me right back up.
    Every time my mind doubts,
your love fills me right back up.
    Every time I give up,
on ever getting it right,
you smile and I smile
    And all of nature trembles,
with pure and utter delight.

    (When I was trying to decide,

 how to start this poem this smiley face manifested itself in the caramel at work. It was the condensation from the tray above dripping down on the hot caramel.) :)