Stars

 

sunset…
all lights have
disappeared willingly
from the outside
to enlighten me,
a dark space
all words have ceased,
need for big and small talks
rest in eternal peace,
I feel a sun rising
in silence, a soft golden
ray, I feel a sense of warmth,
I dance with mridangam*
right in the middle of
stark violence, the wind
playing inside the magical flute,
the argent touch of the ardent moon
tells me how absurdly false
the blood of hatred is;
I feel the healing energy of truth;
love, magic, miracle, abundance,
spread all around in delight,
throughout day and night
by the golden and the silver stars.

mridangam*, a musical instrument, as shown in the picture.