I walk balancing on stilted shoes. On my shoulders I carry butterfly wings. On my head is a crown of evanescent glory which people take to be a hat., It's a hat I was born with, a doom, a boon, a curse or my fate I could not escape. It grew with me as I grew but never grew bigger than my head. It carried lights of shapes and forms of all kinds, Archetypal, ancient, quivering in the storm, shimmering bright when the moon was steady, learning the strength of the persistent glow in all the turbulent nights with no retreat. Tonight they shine all lined up on my head in the silver tray marking my evolution in

  I walk balancing on stilted shoes.

On my shoulders I carry butterfly wings.

On my head is a crown of evanescent glory

which people take to be a hat.,

It's a hat I was born with, a doom, a boon,

a curse or my fate I could not escape.

It grew with me as I grew

but never grew bigger than my head.

It carried lights of shapes and forms of all kinds,

Archetypal, ancient, quivering in the storm,

shimmering bright when the moon was steady,

learning the strength of the persistent glow

in all the turbulent nights with no retreat.

Tonight they shine all lined up on my head

in the silver tray marking my evolution in the passage of time.

Sushama Karnik.

 The night sky

lying on the grass, I watch it from the meadow.

The hand of the parting sun

had caressed it.

Lingering still in the air and the grass

is the gentle imprint of the mild touch,

just enough to warm the neck of the willow.

Looking at the sky I wonder, "Are two eyes enough

to read and follow the message of the farthest star?"

With a modest prayer I gaze.

Let me just have a patch of the sky,

and a handful of stars watching over my life.

Sushama Karnik (c)

09/01/ 2022.

Image: 3 Ways to Wish on a Star - wikiHow

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The night sky lying on the grass, I watch it from the meadow. The hand of the parting sun had caressed it. Lingering still in the air and the grass is the gentle imprint of the mild touch, just enough to warm the neck of the willow. Looking at the sky I wonder, "Are two eyes enough to read and follow the message of the farthest star?" With a modest prayer I gaze. "Let me just have a patch of the sky, and a handful of stars watching over my life." Sushama Karnik (c) 09/01/ 2022. Image: 3 Ways to Wish on a Star - wikiHow GOOGLE.COM Image: 3 Ways to Wish on a Star - wikiHow Found on Google from www.wikihow.com

 The night sky

lying on the grass, I watch it from the meadow.

The hand of the parting sun

had caressed it.

Lingering still in the air and the grass

is the gentle imprint of the mild touch,

just enough to warm the neck of the willow.

Looking at the sky I wonder, "Are two eyes enough

to read and follow the message of the farthest star?"

With a modest prayer I gaze.

"Let me just have a patch of the sky,

and a handful of stars watching over my life."

Sushama Karnik (c)

09/01/ 2022.

GOOGLE.COM

Image: 3 Ways to Wish on a Star - wikiHow

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 From the archive: June 24, 2015

A sparkling goddess up in the snows, on the icy heights of the mountains,
be thou the source of the energy in all beings, great and small.
The spirit of humility, be thou the star that shines with a steady light on the path of devotion to beings all.
A guardian mother, thou O Goddess hold thy children to your heart, the mother that thou art to all.
Serene like the moon in the autumnal sky, shower peace on all
from thy silence where you dwell in a quiet contemplation.
O goddess of grace what shall we do without your vigilance, as we wander away from the path?
O goddess of faith, let our faith not waver in doubt
of the awareness of that which you hold; that which is what is true for all.
O goddess of plenty, do not withhold anything;
anything that's not thy gift in a disguise, thy profuse bounty of love and grace.
O goddess of infinite compassion, thy rays of mercy may find the path to each tormented heart of every being.
And at the end of the hectic day, let thy gentle light enter our sleep and give us the lost treasure we always seek, a glimpse of thy mysterious form, thy Maya, the beautiful illusion of thy divine form that has no earthly parallel.

Based on a Sanskrit hymn addressed to Goddess Saraswati.

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 The Seer arrives.

At last in the torchlight, the truth is seen.

The seer has been through it all,

agonies and ecstasies and desires leading us on.

At this hour of stillness the Seer stops.

The soul of Humanity slumbering by, is awakened

to the presence of the Seer holding the torch aloft

as the sun and the moon conspire to create a miracle of beauty.

In the early hour of dawn,

heavenly swans

take a flight

to the lake in the mountain to land.

Sushama Karnik