At sundown, on a sandy ocean shore,
Seated on the ground, about You I reflect.
What motley cosmic portrait
Have You gone on painting, hey Providence?
In Your mind's eye You have witnessed
Many times a mountain subsides, star plummets.
Nebulae aplenty go sailing off, unattended;
They keep singing paeans to Your excellence.
The wildly intoxicated elephants,
With what strength how much movement they effect!
Along with them, You listen to spores of flowers,
Butterflies, their chronicles.
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Friday, June 16, 2023
A grain of sand at base of sea
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Tiny though I be, I think of You and know You think of me.
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