simonhlilly

Slow river, sing them a song to sleep.
Breathed upon by love, talk to me in teentaal,
the dhoop of desire.
This world, this wind, all there is (for now)
blended through and through with bliss.
Honey-smooth and rumbling, I can hear the river,
where it has been, where it is going,
The long silver song of now.

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