Invisible is his presence
Ethereal,not unpalpable
On dark nights he acquires
The luminosity of an astral body
At Gaya the waters reflected him
As did the leaves of the pipal tree
I tried the Zen and thought-waves
He smiled through the clouds
The cloud’s shapes were
Mysterious and friendly .
Cant you see him there
In the morning , when the sky
Is bare of the white fluffy clouds
And in the blue distance
The mountains pile one on the other.
On the day of the holy bath,
He comes riding on the ripples
Of the sacred Godavari river
On the annual ritual day
The crow becomes him ,
Pecking at balls of cooked rice
At other times he resides in my dreams.
25 Jun
