Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden

Krishna's Light

Krishna is calling
I hear his magic flute

The dragonflies are singing
As the birds they follow suit

Streams of light appearing
Descending from the sky

In misty waves of sweetness
One can only marvel
At the beauty from on high

The softness of this moment
And the breeze upon my cheek

Here I stand enraptured
So humble and so meek

For I have seen the Light
On that path of which I seek

Submitted: Thursday, September 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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