Guru's Eyes
by Emilio Bettaglio
In the timeless pause when Solstice’s bell rings,
and the earth’s tilt turns from right to left.
And when July’s moon has reached its fullest
but its waning phase is yet to begin.
In betwixt the waning and waxing moon
when stillness commands a fresh start.
And where moist warm air rises to reach cool strata,
and uplift transforms to pregnant rainfall.
In that pauseless moment and unmeasurable space
When and where spark and fuel manifest Agni
and once the flames have danced through me
may I find the silence behind my Guru’s lovely eyes.
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