Dawn's Hark to Sail Away/Harshaji

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Beloved Harshaji,

 

I send you along on your retreat with family with this poem, born of the

beauty that was this day's dawning in California:

 

 

Not even the birds have their voice this early my loved one.

All the moon's stockings are scattered by the dozens around,

 

and it's obvious that a wild party went on all night long here.

Naughty moons are bathing in this moment of our love, still wanting

 

those sunrise kisses upon its luminous soul that we hold up to the sky.

Ruby glints, emerald spears, diamond mines, and crystal visions now,

 

are a call to arms and the harking of angels who'll sing along with us.

I can feel the approach of legions of drunken angels coming to carouse.

 

My bar's open all night and it's self-serve throughout the day, so come,

and bring along all your apple blossom moth friends, and those owls too.

 

Dark-hued Achyuta, my Lotus-Eyed Beloved One is coming now, He's near,

so just as pearled lovers must break open to meet the sea, I must crack.

 

And what sparkling fingers of revealing, of renewal are just reaching,

with all those radiant digits, tendrils and wings of light towards me.

 

Rumi knows that Harsha, the highest morning glory bloom, is the OneBlue,

true-blued hues of Love are painted from the Splendour of his Dawn,

 

and I am leaping into sunrise and your eyes, and my heart is seaweed,

and you are an endless sea of happy otters that live in a body of Love.

 

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Love, Peace, and Joy,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

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