Guiding Light of The Month

Like a flame that burns in silence, like a perfume that rises straight upward without wavering, my love goes to Thee; and like the child who does not reason and has no care, I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done, that Thy Light may manifest, Thy Peace radiate, Thy Love cover the world. - The Mother

The Mystic Feather

I found you, soft, pleasing and colourful,
Swaying along with a lovely bird.
Beautiful it dances, pride of India,
Spreading its magical wings of life.

Little violets from the bird fell on earth,
And I found you there,
Spotted with green, blue and gold
You were lying there with a yearning.

A little blue boy walked by,
Glancing a graceful look on you,
Did he like you so much? I am jealous of you,
For His red tinted hands picked you up,
Softly, he placed you on his turban.

And you remained there forever,
Adorning the crown of a prince,
Turban of a cow herd,
The stealer of all our Hearts.


-          Sandhya.

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