Instead of paper, here you are.
Rather than dust, here you are,
removing the world of its
human fingerprints.
Like a flicker of the sun,
a shaving of light, you soar
across the trembling flowers,
calming them with your weightless touch.
Dancing on air,
you suspend in the space,
spreading an earthly joy
into the wind, into the silent sound.
The breeze, your raja, the sun your mantra,
and I, your beholder.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Instead of paper, here you are.
Rather than dust, here you are,
removing the world of its
human fingerprints.
Like a flicker of the sun,
a shaving of light, you soar
across the trembling flowers,
calming them with your weightless touch.
Dancing on air,
you suspend in the space,
spreading an earthly joy
into the wind, into the silent sound.
The breeze, your raja, the sun your mantra,
and I, your beholder.
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