Homage To Sarasvati
Consort of
The One
Holding in his hand
A raised silver sword
Who helps
slice
A momentary
Middle way
Through your day
Woman of
The spoken word
And songs that are sung
Delighting the ears
Of all who hear
Gliding upon
The wings of a swan
Wearing a heavenly
Silken suit
With two arms holding
A lute
With the swish
Of his sword
Words of wisdom
And reverence
Words of aural
Eloquence
Igniting bliss
In hearers' hearts
Which through the channels
Slowly flows,
When wisdom words are heard
Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Homage To Sarasvati
Consort of
The One
Holding in his hand
A raised silver sword
Who helps
slice
A momentary
Middle way
Through your day
Woman of
The spoken word
And songs that are sung
Delighting the ears
Of all who hear
Gliding upon
The wings of a swan
Wearing a heavenly
Silken suit
With two arms holding
A lute
With the swish
Of his sword
Words of wisdom
And reverence
Words of aural
Eloquence
Igniting bliss
In hearers' hearts
Which through the channels
Slowly flows,
When wisdom words are heard
Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015
