Apr 15, 2017

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Then one night she dreamed of a harp,
It spread its wings, grew into its original shape of a tree,
a tree that grew
from a cosmic seed.

And it sang as only the wind
 coming from the ocean can sing
blue and deep.
The circles of gulls
came back to the rock.

She lay on the beach
spreadeagled,
ready to dive and ready to fly.
At that moment if she could die,
the death would be the hand of God,
not the end of life, but the beginning of a flight to an alien land.

 The wonderful silence of the night

The only sound, the single word,  the note that the wind carried

They had the feel of infinity. Somewhere groping in the dark I found

the script you wrote on a full moon night, in anger, rage and the final peace.

Swirling between waves was someone's heart set ablaze 

for someone to  watch in awe

until this night came,

and with the night the moon who never strayed from its ordained path in sky.

With the night came the silence, mysterious, sacred as never before.

In that silence was the unbroken flow of eternity..

A single sound that kept humming in the depth of the mortal soul,

A single word vibrant in the air 

and the single breath of the night wind.

Ekach dhwani, ekach shabd, swar varyacha, sparsh anantacha.