Here in my body are the sacred rivers.
Here are the sun and the moon,
as well as all of the pilgrimage places.
I have not yet encountered a temple
as blissful as my own body.
Here in my body are the sacred rivers.
Here are the sun and the moon,
as well as all of the pilgrimage places.
I have not yet encountered a temple
as blissful as my own body.
Like water to the ocean, Bhakti flowing, the poem you quoted reminded me of this one by Rumi (born 1207, Persia):
Here someone is hidden
who has taken hold of me and does not let me go.
Here someone is hidden
softer than the soul who led me to the garden of spirit
and made me homeless.
Here someone is hidden
a radiant face as delicate and fleeting
as the ephemeral moment before sleep.
Here someone is hidden
like sweetness in sugar cane,
and invisible magician who has captured my soul.
No beauty in the world can ever tempt me
for I see only the face of my Beloved.
Tired and in pain I searched the world for help
until I found in love the cure for my pain.
Here someone hidden whispered:
“Pass beyond your tears and
you will see the broken hearted lovers
are the lords in heaven.”
Here someone hidden appeared
holding love’s wine
and to him I’ve given all my vows.