nothing can exist
in which you are not,
my blue lord!
deep within those expressive blue eyes,
is a floating peacock feather.
even in koln’s cold full moon now,
i see a tinge of blue.
in all her panoramic photos
which showcase a cerulean blue,
i only see you...
everything animate or inanimate
is you
you’re the Buddha
teaching
the science of the formless!
where there’s dharma, there’s Krsna
where there’s artha, there’s Krsna
where there’s kama, there’s Krsna
where there’s moksha, there’s Krsna
here, there and everywhere,
all i see is Krsna.
yet she says she doesn’t see you,
i wonder why?
© 2023
dharma: right action
artha: material prosperity
kama: spiritual and physical love
moksha: liberation and enlightenment