The Blissful One

My master's called the 'Blissful One', he pervades the entire universe,
He rules both, the moon and the sun, and sets life to meaningful verse.

He came when he thought the time was right, and picked me up to mold,
When, for me, the thought of bright daylight was blotted out by the cold.

I welcomed him with open arms, the wise one from the bordered land,
He neared with the string of charms, and redefined every grain of sand.

Since then nothing seemed right, difficult was the reprimand,
It seemed I lived with no respite... only his strong command.

He didn't come to heal or lead, he didn't come to bring laughter back,
Instead he flowered potent seed and showed me how to fulfill lack.

Topsy turvy turned all of me, as I lay fragile and awfully drained,
Till light beyond I could see, to witness life as his grace rained.

The downpour caught potent ground, for all I swore and prayed,
His contagious bliss was all around, while at his feet I swayed.

He was there when I faltered and there when I fell and cried
He watched as life I altered, and in the 'word' each morning died.

This silent listener is so alive, though books proclaim him gone,
He fills the strength to survive, within me from dusk to dawn.