Arrange your flowers and you arrange your soul
Drawing you closer,
By the kurinchi at midnight, The day’s memories recall our industry
Our day gathering sweet honey.
when unfurled, bees swarmed
to the tamaala freshly blossoming as I to you.
Deep in the mountains,
Stony soil red and black
Cool and moist
We sit united
Under bamboo by the waterfall
As I run my fingers through
beautiful tassled hair
I am aware I could not stop the silted muck
cast at your perfection.
Your dancing fringe wisps gently
as petals waltzing a
windswept reminder
recall fragrant drifts
of distant kanak champa
My one wish is to care for you,
Sweet child of G-d,
as the cool waters swaddle your feet
I am saddened for those confused
by your purity that is white as kunda.
Confronting their dark shadows
The unwary are fearful in your light
Red Lotus are made beautiful in mud.
but first came the journey
of the fatigued elephant
through parched wastelands
in the heated noon sun.
Salted soil, stagnant hopes
lost to passing bandits
a parched tiger waiting by the paatal.
Then you looked within your own garden
through silted waters
once forgiven
settled and purified
You found His love reflected
in deep waters and still.
The waters of your soul
by the bamboo pond
waiting only for loves light and
in that light revealed,
Our lives lived in tandem
that again catch bright eyes.
Eyes brighter than star light
Shining in the bamboo pond
Shining back the lessons learned
Lessons to arrange your flowers
and arrange your soul.
