Day 24, April 2020
Shadja, the first swara
On a golden swan she arrived on land
When time too was a lad of mirth
and laze
Clad in mercury’s marine green grand
An insight that would awaken the
base
Of the wisdom that is our frame and
form
Balancing the carnal and the divine
The mother of swaras supreme and
firm
She rules all song with her pitch
and shine
A peacock’s rapturous sound that
bring
Calm and longing to seekers’ ardent
mind
I plead, bless our souls and frames,
colouring
Them in nature’s bliss to know thy
mind
Revealing, body, nature, soul and space
As verses of a chant in endless embrace
Like the sounds and colors of this poem. :-)
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