The Hermit in his Cave

The Hermit in his Cave
He was born into the wrong century
An exclamation of horror and disbelief

He lives with a retinue of servants and the absolute right to do as he please
What a strange man Chander Singh is

The sky still bright but his tall thin frame blots out the light
Don’t be fooled by his beautiful manners and warmth

What was done remains to be forever
Written in universal consciousness

The hermit retrieves to his case
Going inside himself, feels more human than everyone else

What a strange man Chander Singh is

Calm of Miraj

On this night of ascension,
The air grew still,
The room darkened,

We sat knee to knee
Hearts aligned towards the one
Heads bowed with humility

My sisters my brothers
with you we stepped forward 4 times
like a newborn baby taking its nascent step

the calm on this night of miraj
rooting itself deep into our souls.
the thought of forwarding towards the One
an intimate spiritual canvas we share forever