I had a five of wands moment today and was inspired to write this poem.
The De (Structuring)
Deep rooted sentences struck flowered phrases
Frustrated pleas thundered on passive pauses
Scribbled frenzies crossed resigned sighs
Tortuous chats punctuated with warring emoticons
But we had yearned
to capture an essence
to manifest a dream
to reveal a past bookmark
to channel love
to construct a temple
to welcome the Goddess
Effortless was our love, why not our creation
Seamless was our love, why not our vision
Your ink was to flow through my veins
My poems to scent your frame
Divinely ordered, humanly obeyed
In heaven shaped, on earth shattered
Gifted wood with shooting darts
A synchronized stage for rising stars
Those flames kindled in us
But I didn’t acknowledge yours
You didn’t recognize mine
We were ordained
to start the “Raas”
Alas, we had strayed
away from “Maharaas”
Raas: a spiritual cultural Indian folk dance played with sticks.
Maharaas: a state of divine transcendental love between Lord Krishna and his Gopis. The gopis were able to sink in that state when Lord Krishna played "raas" with them.
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