Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Searching for the Divine

(2490)  Ratrir tapasya

Night's austerities,
Rife on this same amávasyá,[1]
You are here, and I am here, oh Master,
With an endless implication.

As oft as I've lost melody,
You'd infused repeatedly.
The world capers to the tune of You only;
New-moon nights, they float off.

My gloom is not perpetual;
Thrive specks of light, teeming in that.
Within just that, intrinsic Your acquaintance;
Smiling, You sail away to Elysium.

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