I’d gotten used to the dark –
like some slinking night-creature,
when Your sun found my narrow cell,
striking through the bars, my heart-rose.
O, how it ached – after so many years;
turning and stretching toward You!
They ask me to explain who You are! How to explain
Light and the irresistible turning toward Light?
Lord, when my heart-rose reaches perfection –
cut it off at the neck.
Wear it in a garland around Your throat.
Discard it as You please, dried petals under Your chappals.
O child of God, the sunlight that animates the heart-rose,
under the wheel of time will crush its red, delicate bloom.
(from The Garden of Surrender, 2004)
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