Prologue
The Way a
Bhakta seeks me,
the same way
he reaches me.
For, everyone
in every way follows
my path in
every sense!
- Bhagwat
Gita Chapter IV Sh. (11)
EARLY DAWN
Fountains of
love.
For the Lord,
Play
And
pat the pool.
A cool breeze
blows
and, diffuses
the fragrance
of flowers
to soothe
the soul:
It calms down
the confused mind
and calls
the cool!
It's early
dawn
Ripe is the time
to merge with
the glory
of glories
and forget,
the mundane
world!
It's early
dawn, O, you golden oriole
produce, the
sweet notes
to gladden
our hearts;
Cordiality's
a soothing breeze;
Brotherhood
breathes balm.
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