India Dream
Brindavan,
I'm in Brindavan.
India again.
my feet upon the
dark earth of India,
I breathe her.
a master in bright orange
walks toward me;
we sit on the earth of India.
he tells me,
"I am with you,"
his smile as big as
Brindavan skies,
centuries, and
ten thousand hearts.
the earth,
the shining earth of India.
my hands touch down.