You Are Never Too Much

Sunset in Spiti

Show me your Kali.
Show me your Durga.
Show me your Parvati.
Show me your Shakti.
Show me your Sita.
Show me your Radha.
Show me your Lakshmi.
Show me your Saraswati.
You are never too much.
The more I see of you,
the more I love you.

Show me your anger.
Show me your worries.
Show me your jealousies
and all that you would hide.
Show me all of your emotions
and your limitless complexity.
Reveal all of your sweetness
and even your harsh ways.
You are never too much.
The more I see of you,
the more I love you.

Show me your light.
Show me your genius.
Show me your darkness,
your doubt and hesitation.
Share your nights of sorrow
and your heights of euphoria.
Disrobe completely before me
the full body of your divine self.
Pour your soul between my lips,
the nectars of the extraordinary,
the common and regular brews,
and I will drink every last drop.
You can never be too much.
You drench me in beauty.
You quench my longing
and my deepest thirst.
Your presence satiates
and thoroughly satisfies
my wild, secret appetites.

This poem is part of a collection titled The Longing of God for God.