A Thousand Full moons

full moon

You might salute the sun
weave your fingers to see the first rays of light

stand waist deep in the freezing Ganges
face east waiting for the sunrise.

Surya powers us with the metre of poetry
the words germinate the three universes.

The earth time is marked with reference to the sun
the rising and the setting, the days and the nights.

In another poetic reality the moon slices the sky
halves the month into darkness and light.

Within the lunar rhythm the sea rises in orgasm
the earth is enthralled in a pearly stillness.

You are eighty years old
if you have lived a thousand full moons.

Image courtesy: Huffpost

 

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