BUTTERFLY ETCHINGS
he wandered through my
room in his subtle violet
flushed body
an orchid robed monk
with his face upturned
towards
the vaulted heavens
contemplating the exalted
grandeur of God
lost in unknown realms
the sound of Om and Ave
Maria
lingered from our morning
meditation
who was this air brushed
creature
alighting on the threshold
of my solitude
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
