Amritam Gamaya
December 1997
By Ananda Jyothi
Don’t die without telling us
Where you are going, Aneeka.
Blessings
From the light of eternal journey
From the starry travels of invisible worlds
Oh friend of my soul
Will you recognize me When I come?
Like a song silently hummed
Among the weeping willows;
Like a butterfly waking flowers from sleep
In the autumn wind;
Leaves fall without a whisper
Trees bared in penance
Let’s throw off the robes of the present
And go to the stars
Love the sky Like you love the earth.
Of my flowers
Fragrance of blossoms bear witness
To my love and separation
Strum upon the strings of my soul-lute
I touch you
And touch God and all things
Has Isis really vanished
In the Egyptian sky?