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)