“Immortality” by Kelly Smith

ecstatic joy awaits you

like the curled tongue

of a Kechari Mudra

touching

the sweet nectar

of freedom

 

bliss does not lie dormant

as an incubate diamond

it is happiness

in the rush of green

after the Monsoons of Kasuali

 

this joy

is everpresent

in moments

a stone skips

lightly across the still lips

of the The Chalkudy River

 

ecstasy is yours

a dawning

a constant rising

the envelope

that embraces

a Sanksrit poem

of Love

 

your life

is not large enough

to contain the fountain

of honey that flows

through the haunches

and bones

of the Brahman

 

fly with me

into the milky Universe

to the One that is waiting

in the wilderness

of your own heart