Be My Butterflies
Uprooted tree of life,
suspended spreads wider
In my heart of hearts,
grows a lively branch,
a branch full of silky buds.
Intricate creation pulsates.
I see you all; as cute butterflies,
in best of divine designs,
blooms in exotic patterns,
shading pink in my heart.
spread, smear, pollen of love.
Flutter on wings of truth n’ faith,
Be my colourful butterflies always.
Every hiss of breathe I listen.
Every tiny foot fall tickles my belly.
Every thought passes through,
making me aware n’ awake in you.
Fomenting pains let me hug life.
When colours fade n’ hues dry.
Feeble listless wings fall.
come to me my divine babies,
craving for eternal happiness.
Break open shell of hibernation.
Let me lead you to ecstasy,
under warmth of my wings.
SATHEESAN RANGORATH
( Based on Amma’s Satsang)
Nice title and poem. Must have been an inspiring satsang.
It is very nice..
Beautiful, full of beauty . Poetry it is indeed!
How beautiful. Every moment can be that special…even washing dishes! That is the power of Mother and mantra. The mantra is the trolley that helps you carry Mother with you always. With Mother and mantra by your side you will be able to write the most lovely poetry based on taking out the garbage or doing laundry 🙂 All of creation will inspire you. Thank you so much for contributing.
Upon start reading we could guess the poet. One more wonderful poem. May AMMA bless U both