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Sep 2012
The mother that nourishes you in the rainy dawn.
Loving maiden whose fragrance fills the spring.
Mirage that you thirst after, heartbroken in high summer.
I am the daughter you cherish at the winter of your life.
Your friend always, through ages vast.

I am the unknowable love that sustains your being.
I am the joy for which universes arise.
I am above the last that men can grasp.
I am accessible here always in your heart.

Dance of the thunderbolt in the storm-sky.
Music of the sky-river at night. I am the flute.
I am the Supreme. I am all.

Rend the clouds!
You are the rain that washes the worlds in love.
You welcome the world in your arms.
You have no one. You are everyone.
The supreme source of everything, is more feminine than masculine!

This is of course the view of the Shakta (a major branch among the Hindus), who regard the Supreme as feminine.

Please read this poem with your heart !
Prabhu Iyer
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Prabhu Iyer  Quantum Dot
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