A Take On Guardian’s Present Tense '’ A Sweet Time, To Be Alive And Unalone, ’’ Poem by Radhamani Sarma

It is a perfect sweet time, to be alive,
Unalone, surrounded by the Tappings of Muse,
Not cloyed by the fervour of knowledge or
Mystic revelations abound in day to day
Stunning events; To be alive, is to taste
The Manna of Heaven’s nurture, to profoundly
Read the meaning of His Design, delving
Into the unresolved Nature of our
Karma, also Karma of cosmic creation.
Karma of Consciousness too.
Understanding our Grace immaterial,
Knowing His Grace is essential.
Now the time is verdant,
Feel the touch of jasmine,
Smell the succulent grapes
On the diaphanous vials.
To be alive in the religious,
Unseen presence, pervasive
Mythical Maker, is double boon.