For, ...whom I know not
When I’m with you
And you, with me
In that fleeting wink
The world assumes
A different hue
Me, no longer
What I’ve known
Myself to be…
The inner eye opens
And in that piercing light
I see my soul float in the air
A white feather
A snow flake
A transparent rain drop
Wait…
In that all engrossing silence
A distant melody that drew
The women of brindavan
To the elusive Krishna
Caresses me traveling
On the ripples of the silent yamuna
I’m everywhere
I’m nowhere
I transform into power personified…
22aug2010
22.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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