I have been told to sit,
to just sit and pray
The beguiling ways of the world moving is captivating,
especially when doves appear to be dying
So I accept the task to chant,
Hare Hare
To study the scriptures with humility
To understand this fire with responsibility
Raga Bhakti,
path of the undying devotee
I sit and pray,
anywhere,
everywhere,
until a new hope revealing fresh vistas of meaning
Enveloped in a golden translucent mist,
I see the Mother rising
At the lotus feet of Krishna,
luminous rays touched the One, Dual, and Trinity
Unbound is the Ocean,
Supreme in Its felicity
I AM,
the Mountain's daughter
and I sit,
pray,
quietly
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
