Her Soul's force

Oh Invisible chariot that moves through streets
Oh invisible sitar that gives the mother's touch
Between the indivisible young branches of banyan
Thy symphony lay unfinished as the unabsorbed entity within
As a dream...come....

Who brought the smiling rains through megha-malhar
It has awakened the fading chirag
Nature showers the jasmine flowers
Desire for self sacrifice arouse
Which gandharva do thy aspire for
As a dream... come ... come

Who brought the red wine strawberries
It awakens this dying soul
Nature showers rose petals on the bed
With smell binding sandal wood paste on the body
Devi thy surrender to this law of hunger
As a dream come...come...
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Posted: Sep 2010
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caroljoyce
I can only feel awed at your spiritual knowledge at such a young age and ability to write so beautifully in a second language.
I gather Gandharva are male spirits with exceptional musical gifts.
I felt you may be are writing about the majesty of death?

NAMASTE, CJ
hariksna
Thanks... Free at last...
agoodguy2have
hariksna, though i understand only partially what you write, the general sense of spiritual awakening, thankfulness is obvious. thank you.
Redex
What a beautiful read takes ones breath away, or it did mine, thankyou for sharinghandshake
hariksna
Thank you goodguy and redex....
hariksna
Thank you Palomaji...these words do inspire...
shalom67
I want it to...so that you would continue to write.All the best.handshake teddybear
hariksna
Thanks a ton Shalom...
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