Priya Vaswani

Adequacy Priya Vaswani

I STAND AT THE FOOTHILL,
ENORMITY REIGNS MY FEARS.
MIGHTY IT LOOKS TO THE EYES,
THE LAYERS OF MY TEARS.
COME TO ME IN SWEET SURRENDER,
OPEN LIKE THE LOTUS BLOOM.
FITTING LIKE THE HAND IN GLOVE,
HEART TO HEART REVERE.
FIELDS OF FLUORESCENT BLOOMING PETALS,
SWEET FRAGRANCE PLAYS MY SENSES.
SERENE THE SHEATH OF BALMY WINDS,
ETERNAL LOVE AND UNION.
LIFE CHANGES LIKE THE COLOR OF THE SKY,
SHY FROM THE RAYS OF THE MORNING SUN.
SUBTLE GRAY FROM THE DARKEST NIGHT,
SOOTHING LIGHT AS THE SUN GETS BOLD.
SPREADING DEEP BLOOMS OF ORANGE,
FLAMING SKIES REACHING FAR AND WIDE
. EMERGING SPIRIT BEINGS OF GAIETY,
NO MORE HIDDEN IN THE DEPTHS OF IGNORANCE.
RISING FROM THE FOLDS OF SLUMBER,
LEADING THE WAY TO ILLUMINATION.
SEEKER WITHIN AND SEEKER WITHOUT,
THE QUEST FOR EVERLASTING TRUTH.
LIVING IN THE RHYTHM OF FLOW AND KNOWING,
EACH MOMENT UNFOLDS IN LOVE.
BEING THE SHORE OF SANDY SMOOTHNESS,
THE ROCK STANDING IN PEACE.