Murmurs of Aspiration — 2
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1 min readApr 17, 2017
Sri Krishna: I shall mar thy clear skies of hope
With the ominous clouds of denial.
And of thy sinews I shall weave
A tapestry of unmatched sacrifice,
A raiment absolute of the Gods.
Upon the altar of thy tormented breast
I shall be Rudra, dire and mighty.
Wait awhile beloved soul
It isn’t our time yet.
Aspirant: Beloved, for Thou speakest as my hope
And resideth in my faith, I live yet.
(Picture courtesy: Painting by Shanmugavel, from Jeyamohan)