the whisper of your name, Beloved,
coats my heart in molten gold
and enfolds my core in aureate luster.
in the whisper of your name, Beloved,
my eyes shine like rhinestones
and my teeth gleam like pearls.
i adorn myself with your name, Beloved.
i wear you, the most precious gem,
as empresses wear their lavish jewels.
what is the need for riches,
when Keśava rests on my tongue?
🦚 “molten gold”, poem inspired by a delicious full moon meditation on Hanumān Jayanti at @sabda_institute & originally shared in our Śabda Sangha. below, the beautiful painting: “Madhava” by Dhrti Das & Ramdas Abhiram Das.
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