The secret wings of my spirit
flutters rose pink
eyes strain to see what
cannot be discerned
physically
O soul! tell me what you
supernaturally perceive,
for I am quite blind
My Lord is seated before me
and His splendor is hidden
from the naked eye
A golden canary unaware of
the song buried in its
breast
I flurry to and from in this
cage of limitations
my breath has woven a
garland of prayers
a host of alabaster doves
that are flying fast towards
the Prashanti dais
O Sai Nath!
When? When?
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
