Come please, appear in meditation;
In my life please come.
I am counting days, watching for Your arrival
At the Spring's beginning in this sweet month.
In nighttime's dream I see just Your form's beauty;
On an azure sky rises only Your cloud-pageantry.[1]
In thoughts of You it goes to some place remote,
The mind seized by a tune, with keynotes of a song.
On moonlit night drifts only Your sweet murmuring;
On my mental firmament Your jangling sound I hear.
At Your implication, the cirrus clouds[2] shed a glow
In every nook and cranny of heart-core.
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Monday, June 12, 2023
Gone are winter's clouds
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With the clear skies, let me sense You around.
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