THE RISING FRAGRANT MIST
a flickering lamp, the feeling up down,
among the dense darkness, are
you sitting near the star
twilight, knitting
the dreams
under
the lattice light, again the incense of
sandalwood rising from your
body and soul, the heart
becoming the shrine
of lost paradise,
arising the
unseen
pious sensation from the environs, in
the depth of inner perception
again emotions are
restless to
touch
the point of eternal love - - -
