by Dr. B.R. Nagpal
(Delhi, India)
Love is a wave,
arising from the unseen to the seen,
transmitting ripples.
Cleansing, rousing
bodies to their inner quest.
Then begins in trickles,
new wakefulness,
like the ticking of an alarm clock.
The cycle continues
as the soothing fragrance spreads.
Like the wind that gyrates
leaves of a rotating tree.
Like the sparkling water
that falls from the placid waterfall.
Like the lightning
that tears the clouds
turns into mild raindrops.
Love funnels,
appears like the wreaths of marigold, lilies
that sprout from the festive earth.
Shoots like the gigantic cypress
that rises towards the sky.
It continues to flow
in its subtle form.
It has an enigmatic glow.
Lovers in their upsurge,
tread the path of awareness
to consummate towards reverence.
Not measuring the experience
by gold, diamonds,
but as a token of grace
from the lord.