In the morning
To drink a steaming cup of love together
During the day
To be the rock in the sun and storms hand in
hand
In the twilight hours
To see in each other’s eyes of the starlit
dream on the night shore
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Marriage @ Poets United
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| My Shrine |
This space of a room
On the second floor
With a wooden door
Opening to a terrace
And with a small glass window
An entry way
To a strip of the blue sky
Waits for me
Every dawn and dusk
I know
My deities dwell there
They are my family members
Cutest of them is my baby Gopala*
I bathe him
Feed him
Dress him
Daily
As incense sticks spill fragrance
I take my seat on the asana**cross legged
With eyes closed
The shrine showers silence to the mind
Stopping slithering thoughts
To rare hood
Their fading fangs
Make room
For the Name of God
The Name***calms
me down
I wait for the deity
To step on my lotus heart
This room is my refuge…….
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| My Gopala |
*Gopala is the baby form of Lord Krishna. Since it’s a baby it needs to be
taken care of just as a baby in the family
**asana is the mat for praying
***The Hindus practice Japa which is a spiritual discipline involving the
meditative repetition of a mantra or name of a divine power. Wikipedia.
Posted for dVerse Poetics - Room With or Without a View
