In the blink of an eye, All-Consuming is the flame of Eternity
Embers of old falling into the abyss of the Now
What is said to be the "when" dies from the continuum of the no-moving
Flesh of this body in pain
But the mind is no longer suffering
The winds that give rhythm to space is enticing
Yet the space of the Absolute resides stoically in its Entirety
Sighs of exhaling
Tears of remembering
Cries of cities fading
He bows to the Mother humbly
Stars that are his brethren directing
To the Seat that is his righteous birthing
Weeping willows by the lake burning
Singing to the lullaby of his BEcomING
Sighs of exhaling
Tears of remembering
Angels surrounding
His soul is the understanding SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
