Rain II Poem by Priya Sarukkai Chabria
Rain II
Prayers string the heart to heaven
-in climbing gossamer glister -
soaking the thunder with whispers:
Claim me. Pour bliss in every orifice.
Make me a monk, make
my body a begging bowl that brims
over the horizon for you
but you don't hear
for language evaporates here
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8/28/2026 7:30:24 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You have a mystic touch with words that makes them divine. Thanks for sharing this amazing poem. make.... my body a begging bowl that brims over the horizon for you.... but you don't hear