The darshan moment
Living for tomorrow ...
is a pilgrim in the queue,
absently fingering a garland,
inching his way toward darshan.
Living in the past ... a pilgrim
walking back to the retreat
empty-handed under the stars,
the warmth fading in his chest.
O pilgrim! Live in the darshan moment!
Behind the doors you’ve burst through,
in the kneeling and bowing moment,
on the floor of cold stone tears.
He awaits you – expects you – every moment,
a cleft of shoulder and neck
in which to hide your crumbling face
and empty your heart; a pillar to lean on,
a gaze from eyes shining
with an unearthly love.
O child of God, live in the darshan moment.
Before and after are the nuances of a listless dream.