Morning Raga
\nby
\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Praise wanders the fields, the wind,
\nthe long roads cut through forests.<\/p>\n
What isn\u2019t an altar? Everything practices
\ndevotion, and everyday the morning opens holy books.<\/p>\n
Does it matter if we\u2019re in our millionth or seventh
\nincarnation? We\u2019re all headed towards comforting hands.<\/p>\n
It is no mere thing to become aware of your own
\nglories. Ask the nearest angel or ancestor.<\/p>\n
The feeling of nearness, the unlit, ready lamps,
\nthe fair principles of darkness.<\/p>\n
I think I would never want the absence of desire.
\nSamadhi can wait, and every step is your darshan anyways.<\/p>\n
The all-encompassing word, the way death washes
\nnothing away, the full blaze of light\u2014<\/p>\n
the day holds nothing in contempt.
\nSomewhere there\u2019s a brown bear\u2014its fur rippling, like<\/p>\n
wheat with hunger, trundling towards a river.
\nIt\u2019s fat-surrounded heart is vigorous with joy and the soon<\/p>\n
to be splashing for salmon. The unfolding morning raga
\nis strumming every string on every heart.<\/p>\n
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