TATATA
the tabla is chanting
tatata ta tatata ta ta
dark red eyed clouds
have gathered behind
the Mandir
and the mighty footsteps
of Sai Shiva thunders
through our Souls
Where is our home Lord?
Who are we?
many lifetimes fly by
still we forget...
wandering minstrels
nomad orphans
banging the drum of
our longing...
this dream that never
seems to end...
O Sai help us to awaken.
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
