Śrī Ānanda Āchārya.
From “Saki.”
The blue
of
Indra
is
thy laughter
frozen
into
the
sky-ocean
and
these stars
and
this earth
are
frozen lilies
and
we
living creatures
are
frozen bees.
O Saki,
laugh
no
more.
Śrī Ānanda Āchārya.
From “Saki.”
The shadow
of
a
flying bird
across
the
sun’s disc
fell
on
the
still floor
of
my morning-quiet
cave
and
vanished—
Like
the memory
of
one
who
passing
through
the
bright shade
of
my garden trees
of
early days
entered
into
the
deep shadows
of
another’s
garden trees.
Śrī Ānanda Āchārya.