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I must have written You
a thousand love notes
each stained with rouge kisses
and rose perfume
drowning in a sea of ink
ebony tears
O Dearest One
I have knocked on Your door
countless lifetimes
fragrant bouquets wilting
from warmth of my embrace

Still, the timeless treasure
of Your mysterious presence
remains bolted
beyond reach

Ocean currents are too strong
wrestling, they threaten to pull
the poor jivi under
Beloved
When will you rescue me?
Gopi Eyes
Tears cling like dew
long Kohl black milkmaid lashes
Sweep hills, dales, softly tapered pastel slopes of Whitefield
Searching for a long-stemmed glimpse

Orange rose of Brindavin
When will you appear again...
Sai Krishna?

We scan the amber heavens
Each golden cloud holds the promise
Of a new era and the sweetness of peace in its womb

O treasure of the Gopis
brilliant sun petals
are strewn across
roads and highways
candles float upon rivers and lakes
even the Sea keeps a shimmering vigil

For that hour, for that moment
When earth and sky melt away
And Gopi eyes awaken
Forever
O my darlings
When did we forget
who we are...?
When did we forget
that we are composed of
starlight mist and
Eternity's breath...?

Our names indelibly written
on angelic scrolls...

I gaze up at heaven's mirror
and behold a vast reflection
A luminous being stares back at me
Thousands of suns and moons
spinning in our eyes

O my darlings The Ecstasy of it all
The heavens softly don
an enormous
gray silk bonnet
adorned with birds, blue curls
white nonpareils and
bits of Queen Anne's lace

My morning jaunt is
s-o-o much more comfortable
when the sun decides
to take a vacation

Toss in a breeze
******* from the north,
earthy pine kisses, friendly
neighbors waving,
a hug from my honey

And I know! I can make
this two mile trek :)
A splash of egrets across the blue jay sky
complements my morning tea
Impish squirrels chase their furry tails
Our neighborhood armadillo
mosaic patterns glittering on
his prehistoric armor
trudges nonchalantly across the street
Smiling I curl up on the black wrought iron
bench and
watch
The day moon drift
In an opal canoe
over a sea of clouds
My tiny world



I pull the cocoon all around me



But the light still



manages to get in



Oh I see....



I am made of stars too
Birds make a joyful noise
Every day their cheerful chirp
Serenades the slumbering world
This morning I joined my brother bluebird
and sister cardinal in joyful carol
What a sweet racket we made
I think we woke up the Divine Mother
Her surreal blue eyes fluttered open
Smiling buoyantly
She blew us a golden kiss
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