Mystic Indian Poems

Are you in the lightness of feathers
Or the wind that makes them dance?
Are you in the wings of the birds of flight...
Or the wind or water that helps them glide?
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On a fine morning, she died

-like in the chick flicks, and ‘don't-know-how-to-end-it' romance novels.
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You were born, a little baby boy to my sister

And when you opened your eyes to see the world,
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TO BEE:

'Tis dawn as the warmth of the sun embraces every being on earth;
As high up on the branches of the butter fruit tree -
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Love is the hue the blind can see,
A shade poured down by divinity.
The Master Dyer weaves so bright,
A colour born of sacred light.
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A Prayer of Love

Words, strung together—
flowers at your altar.
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Mother

You brought me into this world,
loved me before I knew its name.
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