Krishna Said

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Krishna Said

A Sonnet

A day shall come long scripted by the One
On a precipice of Time to gaze on the Sun.
The mute dumb doors shall all open wide
Caught in a happy trance of God on every side.

Not this pittance to view by two orbs dim
Every pore shall drink Him to the brim.
Not this grating noise by a half-tuned ear
Every cell shall hear the Flute most dear.

Not web of thought woven of grey shadow
A mind of God, and all that Shruti can bestow.
Not desire that turns to ash on a mere trifle
An endless joy of God and his creation little.

And Krishna said, “Thus is my game, scripted for thee.
Demand not when, for every birth of thee belongs to me.”