The Season of Divinity

The Season of Divinity

Cardamom dreams, of cinnamon scents fresh
Fond sunshine hours blooming on windy days,
Lotus from blue stream of consciousness pure…
It’s the season of homecoming for ALL

Childhood abodes replete with Mothers’ smiles
Daughters giggle, swings sway, bangles shimmer
Tinkling bells of silver anklets on feet,
Hennaed pitter-patter on backyard floors

A Ma visits her sons to bless and soothe
Dusky God is born; lamps light up the earth
Crescent moon glows on a blue minaret
Ambrosial skies; pennons of bliss flutter,

Rags have been stitched with shared threads of mercy
Misery vanquished; Deities smiled kind

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