The Purple Light 

The Purple Light 

The purple light moved silently like the clouds
Waiting to burnish a soul, with its pure light

Looking hither and thither, it moved in quest. 
For it was rare to find that precious delight
Rendering its glow, on one in complete rest 
As the purple light was precious and divine.
Showering its blessings, on humble and best
It went looking for a soul in hills and shrine
In the lonely terrain, in the hustling crowds.
Bestowing its blessings on a soul tender
On crown of the seeker, blessings it renders.

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