Ohhhh I can smell
Spring!

Hints of mint, rose and
verdant notes

Little birds and buds
beginning to open
their petals, unfold
their newborn wings

Sky, blue skinned
celestial Goddess
dances
wrapped in whirling
gossamer gowns

On the barren tree
of my heart
flowers are blossoming

Here is one
especially for You!

Tonight seemed particularly vast,
increscent
Even the Shiva moon drifting
through star enchanted
Western horizon
got swallowed up
by this vastness

David and I
two tiny sillouettes
enjoyed
a lovely stroll along
the deserted, muted,
ebony roads
they also seemed to disappear
into the illumining largeness

I looked at my sleepy hubby
And whispered, "Tat Twam Asi"
"That Thou Art..."

And as if to confirm
this sacred truth...

The Vast Celestial Self
engulfing houses, trees, animals,
solar systems,
our microscopic planet
gazed down at us
with even Vaster Love

What a gorgeous morning!
It was raining robins
at daybreak

Dozens of blazing red *******
surged through the
clear azure heavens

Little Cupid angels
Shooting love arrows
through the air

A smile and a hint of spring
blossomed in my heart

Beloved
How can I enchant You
not by fancy hairdos,
red lipstick and kohl lined eyes

Only by a heart perfumed
with love, service and devotion

Only by soft, sweet words and songs
falling like white roses at Your feet

Only by thoughts illumined
and sanctified with
Your constant presence

O Glorious Love
the temple door is decorated
with mango leaves
and marigold blossoms

Inside your bride waits for You

A constellation of orchid blooms
with violet flame wings
and star white hearts
descended on my
bedroom altar this evening

This was part of a birthday gift
from my beloved hubby
the orchid is a symbol of perfection,
natural elegance, love and luck

Every time I gazed at the
auspicious, stunning flower
I lit up with smiles
it was so beautiful
and Swami's portrait
at the center of my sanctum,
indeed at the center of the universe,
also flashed a dazzling smile

What shall we call this beauty Swami?
Sitara....
Sitara you are so fortunate to have
the Darshan of
Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

I smiled in The Woodlands
fresh, sweet as the
scent of pine wafting
through forest boughs

A sense of rejuvenation
and yes! jubilation!
danced with the amber shadows
verdant panorama

Gratefully, I rested my head
against a soothing tree trunk and...
listened to its heartbeat

We walk towards light
of the Winter sun
blades of grass shiver
in their green skins
Pine laughs and shakes
his bristol whiskers
dapper red cardinals
chortle "cheer, cheer, cheer,
pretty, pretty, pretty"

Our hearts begin to warm