SNOWFLAKES

SNOWFLAKES

The snowflakes fell
softly,
not shaking
in the cold of life.
Softly
loving
a form
they knew
as yet unseen.
But to them,
always known,
always being
from whence
they came.
Shivam Shivam,
the air did sing,
where do the snowflakes go...

And then,
Satyam Sundaram
sang once again.
Ah truth, let thy beauty flow.

( Shiva Poetry)