Vast

Divine gypsies, lovers of God,
fix your gaze on the fathomless, swirling, topaz expanse,
opening wide it is spring blue mouth
littered with hundreds of glittering stars,
swallowing birds, angels, and whole galaxies
Let it devour all that is petty and small in you

Holy Minstrels
rise up from your beds of moss and leaves,
Surya’s passionate arms already embrace the drowsy earth;
she blushes the delicate lilac pinks of dawn;
Songbirds of the forest, don’t delay,
we go forth with flute, drum, and tambourine
our Nagarsankirtan echoes to the ears of heaven
Purify all that is dross and gross in you

The spacious lap of the Divine Mother cradles rippling hills,
flourishing fields, countless civilizations;
Her plush gardens multiply magically before our eyes
like an endless fragrant garland;
She has replenished our baskets with abundance
Beautiful bhaktas, come let us serve the sick and the poor

Dainty, trickling streams travel like tears from the eyes of God
down highest crystal mountain cheeks
meandering, wandering, roaming aimlessly over rocks and pebbles,
cascading in torrents, waterfalls,
rushing madly toward some indiscernible destination
We feel the higher purpose and join the river flow of life’s longing

Soon the mighty roar of Om can be heard,
white capped waves dance with rapture
pearls numerous as sand grains wash up on celestial shores
name and form vanish, flickering flames in the Ocean of Light
and in that Momentous Moment
We Realize how really VAST we are

~Sonya Ki
Melbourne, Florida, USA