The birth of a nation.
Cause for elation?
Or the reason for a dirge?
Another boundary sworn.
Happy memories gone.
Boats without mooring.
Life shredded with violence.
Race, religion, creed,
More reasons that fill our heart
With thoughts that draw us apart.
Is this our dream, our celebration?
A sense of elation,
A feeling of exhilaration
Envelopes my being as I leap
From cloud to cloud
Holding onto your hand.
I feel the cool mistiness
Encompass our bodies
Binding us closer than
A body and a soul.
I feel your being permeate my own.
Then as you and I cease to exist,
I find a new Me.
As we come to rest on land.
I look about and see
Green hills around the turquoise sea.
At the start, white beaches of sand
Meet the lush green foliage.
There, I find Tagore and Khayyam
Walk together among grape vines.
There, I see the Olympians rise
And Indra greet them with a smile.
On a distant hill, Garuda flies
And Icarus learns the techniques of flight.
This is a land without limits.
A land for dreamers.
For you and me,
For minds that stretch out to meet,
A land where sands of time drift away,
A land where Titian’s golden sunsets can be seen.
This is where dreams turn to reality,
Where unicorns jump on rainbow springs,
Where whispers turn to rustling leaves,
Where lady bugs are found in purple and gold,
And exotic flowers bloom untold,
Where every child’s dream has its roots,
From where come the shoots
Of all that is…….
The start of
All creation and of Being.