Colors sprinkle across the barren landscape like fairy dusts
Giving texture to stubborn soil before the Sea
Clothed in a resonate body
Spiraling in Shakti
Phenomenality in the air, palpitates
A spark of discernment between reality and fantasy
But what is the realized when the question itself precedes all else
The Bhakti that resides ecstatically
Can it even move beyond the Trimurti
Bhagavan, Bhakta, and Bhagavata,
are One in validity
Where there is no distance, shall the unrecongized by recognized
Varieties dance in relativity
The tastes of his soft lips lingers as I wake to each inhaling
Arms open, welcoming
The moment of unknown is what is the knowing
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
