Six Stanzas To Satya Sai Baba

In your hair are a hundred
Billion galaxies we know of
in the Expanding Universe

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In the fringes of thy infinity
Is your halo aura of love
Blue light in the sky above me

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In your cheeks are the fires
Of a thousand melting volcanoes
Supernovas

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The rosy glow of a Goddess
Of infinite creation and a God
Of Ultimate Authority

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As the Cosmos and Cosmic
Are tended in your Consciousness
By the fires of your Heart

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In me in adoration of you
You are infinitely the part
And whole of me Thou Art

Matches

I love to burn candles with matches
The box is always a thrill
The dead ones lie there so close to the living
It is like disturbing a grave
And the truly grave occasion
Is when none lie alive among the dead
– or No!, is that one there? –
And with horror one discards it into the rubbish
And grabs a fresh new box instead –
I love to burn candles with matches
The new box is on fire and I shake it
It rattles like a rattlesnake caught in its lair