Divine Darling - Poem by Subrata Ray
A mother indeed,
A living spirit,
A fountain of love and joy,
The mundane is to her simply a toy.
Once through my passage way,
I met Stephen, the lady ever gay.
My poet rises into activity,
To have a peep, into her reality.
Several times we have met,
From earth to heaven was the chat,
My humor, poked, how my love she treats,
Sprightly, joyfully, answers she, “It is a spirit”.
Why I asked, and how you feel?
How you divide the body and Spirit’s zeal?
How you look upon the world around?
How your identity you have found?
I am the shrine of the Divine Mother,
I me remains she and the Divinity of Her,
I have no hate for the Mankind,
They only fall for Ignorance’s wind.
I love my children and my man Tome,
I live with all my care here,
Keeping my mind ever bare,
I have here a bridge between heaven and home.
How do you look upon the animal?
They are our part, say she shall.
What do you think of the Earth’s history?
It is the succession of illusion and delusion’s mystery.
What then is the way to this mystery’s solution?
With love and empathy, -life’s preparation.
Do you think this body a laboratory?
Yes, yes, it is the proof of our history.
How do you conclude that great truth?
The farmer, seed, land, and the fruit.
Lost in admiration, I looked in my body’s shrine,
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