sweet nothings were not said,
infact nothing was even whispered
life moved from deep silence into deeper silence
walking on the ashram grasses a moment came silently
time to move back home into the world so different
now here and now in this very split second of distant shore
i miss it all, the winds, the rain, the seva chore
i miss HIM, i miss u all, the eternal experience shared
endless wisdom bared, bhajans, music, sutras
established and polished, life moves on yet something stares
a longing so vast, like a spell someone cast
with closed eyes i visualise thee, the present, the future, the past...
so much said yet so much left
a windy gush of fragrant air, come take me there, take me there...