The Winds of Wonder

Sight meets Sight

A flushing dream of surprise got colourful wings,

And zoomed down on the bough emerald rapture;

And the word seized the sense of creative silence,

And the heart beat with tachyonic haste of wonder,

And a hundredweight gong sounded from the hilltop, —

And she was born to a new birth of fiery beauty;

The mantra that had prompted her on the journey,

Of fate, made chance an instrument of design,

And planned destiny inspired the spirit’s noblest

On the unaccustomed path leaping into future;

Smile of intuitive moment gathered strength

And miracle of topaz life rushed into topaz life;

Sight met sight and embraced them the kindled fire,

And love conquered all the spaces occupied by death.

6 August 2025

The featured image is a painting by Huta, Book 7 Canto 2

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