THE SUN SETS, ONLY TO RISE AGAIN
Mountain silhouettes,
with a dark night-sky mingle,
as the sun slinks westwards home,
darting his beam over a dull vale.
as though to hunt a stealthy fugitive,
in this cold winter month.
In the chapped brown mountain deeps,
the trees look on mutely,
their secret they shall keep.
The holocaust shadow covers us all,
Mother! As she covers her weary child,
Alas another day is done,
yet life goes on,
and the mysteries remain.
with a dark night-sky mingle,
as the sun slinks westwards home,
darting his beam over a dull vale.
as though to hunt a stealthy fugitive,
in this cold winter month.
In the chapped brown mountain deeps,
the trees look on mutely,
their secret they shall keep.
The holocaust shadow covers us all,
Mother! As she covers her weary child,
Alas another day is done,
yet life goes on,
and the mysteries remain.
“Today, must take a rest, to let in tomorrow”, said the Yogi softly. “That is why the sun sets, only to rise again. Is there a mystery about the way Nature works then? We look for evidence of God in small miracles, taking for granted the rising of the sun to make a day, the rising of the moon to make night, and all those stars, winking at us to let us know we are not alone”.
Thank you Manisha for this lovely pic of
Shiva The Yogi ,and Swami Vivekananda at Haridwar.
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