March 12, 2011
My heart shall sing, my eyes look lovingly Upon the whispering grass, the soaring spires Of mountains that approach the feet of God. The 'Northern Lights' spread their evening fires Across the calming blue of Krishna's sky.
Morning, the gilt-edged clouds move languidly As I prepare to greet the lordly sun. Beneath my feet the crunch of frozen sod From winter's touch, for spring has just begun With daffodils beneath the cherry tree.
I have returned from a sacred Eastern land Aflame within, enfolded by such love As rarely felt; it seems the touch of God Descended from a glowing realm above Has blessed my soul with his blessing hand.
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