I am a seeker,
A bird soaring high in the sky!
In that moment of flying - - a blissful state in the air,
Where you are free- -full of space,
A vast expanse of azure blue sky!
I move my hands with gestures,
Like ‘Pataka', ‘Mudrakhya', ‘Kataka',
O! Is there a ‘Mushti' of strength?
To break away
From the dwarfed ‘Kartarimukha'!
Yes, of course!
For I am a ‘Shukatunda',
Not just a winged being that can fly,
But a lark as well that can sing,
Plaintive notes, so sweet and melodious!
My hands extend like wings,
My fingers formulating the ‘Mudras'-
‘Kapitha', ‘Hamsapaksha', ‘Shikhara'.
My feet in ‘Samapada' moves softly and gently,
Like a snow-white swan moving in calm waters.
With ‘Hamsasya' it is the beauty of the body
Fulfilling the yearning of the self!
With ‘Anjali'- the palms joined together,
It is the expression of devotion
For the Infinite!