Kali

The Bud

When Dawn its rosy cheek has shown, The bud's gold breast is open thrown.

It sips on splendor in the tavern of morn, Its life from the Sun's own goblet is born.

Before the Sun, it tears its breast apart, What blissful pleasure for its tiny heart!

O, my own Sun! Now lift your veil from sight, My restless gaze is aching for the light!

Let Your great Splendor in my breast reside, And in my soul's own mirror, You abide.

For my own heart, let life become Your sight, And may my heart be cradled in Your light.

Let every atom of my being know The fire of life in my soul's essence glow.

Let me behold my Sun, though far it seems, And like a bud, be wrapped within its beams.

Let my soul's restless truth be then revealed, The secret thoughts my heart has long concealed.