I was looking out …
I was looking out from my yearning window
And saw a tranquil dream sleeping neath a tree;
Its thoughts were to sow gleamful crimson seeds
In the old soil made from oldenness free.
The urge has struck roots into the future
And is intently reared up by wind and ray;
Enthused cloud pours loaded significances
And bright waters sham, all deceit, wash away.
Then the dream started becoming a flame
Housed in a body that shall be full of light;
An intense fiery will prompted the change
Giving to mortal seeings the farthest sight.
In the original desire though present
Yoga had to claim it in the night’s consent.
7 September 2026
Original Desire: सोऽकामयत । बहु स्यां प्रजायेयेति । The Spirit desired of old, “I would be manifold for the birth of peoples.” https://incarnateword.in/sabcl/12/brahmanandavalli/
Rain Cloud — loaded with water drops looks white from above and dark from below.

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