Through a story you may here detail,
 through a poem you may find peace.

Through a melody there is a subtle melancholy,
 through art not enough articulation.

There is not much that can be expressed,
 with moments to live.

There is a grounding continuously happening, 
 in the subtle subconscious.
Each time the word god is uttered. 


© Krishdga   07.04.17

Uncertain certainty. You arose this morning.
You blanket us with sweet sounds: birds, bees.
Your soft whisper: the light breeze.
Alive again? Did you ever leave? 
So gently you greet me this morning. Your playful manner pleases me. 
Bold, beaming, bright: simple words from humanity.
I cannot look directly at you, for I will become blind by the glare of your beauty.

I live in the acceptance you are there for me.
Can I ever be there for you in the same way? 
Teach me your ways I asked: Your unbounded kindness, Your time for every being. 
Oh how you play with me this morning. How you are there for everyone to play with.

I feel blessed to recognise your magnificence.
In all this chaos, I hope I come to see you again. 
For even if I may not see you, I must recognise you are always there. 

© Krishdga   11.1.17