Whispered by the Mother of the World upon an Autumn night, filled with stars.
Her Steps graced the heart of a little poet. And, to Her Child in Her Arms, She
told him:
A Mother once spoke to Her Child:
"Dear One, My heart is alight
With Your Light.
Behold the universe, swirling within,
Garland of stars & night & day.
Behold My Children, dancing within,
Shining with clouds & Autumn leaf.
Behold, in their starlight palms - wind,
Lifting the chatter of birds & sea,
Arising Life & All within
Her Hair & in Her Feet.
O, Happy Child, My heart is alight
With Their Light.
Behold, My Sister Earth, within Her Hands,
Beautiful by seasons & sun & moon.
Behold Her Streams treading within,
Wrapping with Peace & Joy unfold.
Behold in their moonlight laps - songs,
Arriving atop shores & hills, running
To the ends of Her glowing locks.
For, Little Flame, My Heart is alight
With Our Light."
The Child clothes the breeze with glee:
"There is no hart biggr than My Muther's
For, She is tha Creater of All Harts.
And playing within Her Hart
Is My Naym."
(October 15, Kojagiri Purnima)
writing which comes from another dimension - so sweet.
very rhythmic, like the autumn wind itself, very moving yet very gentle