Pratyabhijñā (Direct Recognition) प्रत्यभिज्ञा
There is a love that needs no heart to adore,
Music that is played on a harp with no strings;
Beauty smiles even if form is there no more,
Zooms skies and skies a bird requiring wings.
Understanding may come mysteriously
By going back in time to recall what was;
Telling sight must open to vision’s secrecy,
Future’s gaze in truth-recognition’s awes.
11 February 2026
The Winds of Wonder 
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