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
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"
Oh to be wrapped in your arms, feeling your heartbeat your warmth your love right now, wrapped in our comforting sacred bubble, just you, just me, just breathing, just being, just loving, Just us for all of eternity
i wanted to love like we were gods at the beginning of the world
but there was something in our sweet mortality. i wanted to kiss his temples and pulse points. there was something about that vulnerability, so human and fragile. i want to bask in just how fleeting and temporary we are because, it makes our love so sacred
Reminiscing... How fast the fleet-footed mercurial, quicksilver years flash bye I wave to you seated on my Ganesha bench How many lifetimes? this kiss I will always treasure for you have taught me many things dearest but most of all to be kind and honest O sweet love we fly away to other worlds all too soon
There is prana in the woodlands sparks of divine energy glisten between each breath I feel His original breath surging through me vital, electric, Cosmic The spark that started everything I smile blissfully resting on His sunlit chest He ties the flower of His love wild roses and baby's breath to my wind blown fairy tendrils
Warm rays of the sun like fairy wings flicker through tall majestic branches I spread my rose print scarf over a couch of golden pine needles and settle down the forest sings its own haunting melody undaunted by our industrial embrace It gives life to our limbs our very breath O beloved trees and sacred wildwood hugs and kisses the Divine mother will surely protect you
I belong to the woodlands tall pine look down with sheltering glances their emerald crowns caress the heavenly blue dome Winter sun is a bright Jewel through the branches air is sweet and fresh a sleepy wind blows across my face And if it weren't so late in the afternoon I just might snooze here on a bed of pine needles but instead I rouse myself and sing a song of gratitude
