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God's Consort

In the twilight zephyrs

under milky way skies

I stroll beside my peacock plumed God

 

Along the banks of the Yamuna river

with captivating charm

He teaches me

the Language of Love

 

Honeybees buzz around us

even though the coral pink

sun has melted into a

puddle of nectar at

His silken lotus Feet

and all the flowers have

folded their drowsy petals

 

raven heavens raise their

ebony veils and a

chorus of rhapsodic stars

chant Krishna's glorious name

 

I feel His raincloud blue face

close to mine

lightning from His eyes

strikes my Soul

 

...and We dance...

 

A trillion psychedelic umbrellas

whirling, dazzling Sufi circles

beneath the Golden parasol

of God's enormous

Love

 

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sonya-ki-tomlinson
American
Published
Aug 7, 2013
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