The Soft Velvet of Her Palm
The gaze is trapped in a tunnel vision, Flitting haplessly from “This is good”, to “That is bad”, Till the realm of “Seamless Good” beckons from the Beyond, Inviting the being to release its tiring oscillation from “I like this” to “I dislike that”, And rest in the knowing that She alone does all, controls all, salvages all, And that subsuming the subsets of like and dislike Is the superset of Her omnipresent love. Then comes the much-awaited leap of faith, That lands me in the soft velvet of Her palm. Eons of fatigue release into repose As I sink eternally into its softness, Consenting to be carried by it forever! This soft velvet cushions all existence as well, And every thorn is justified by the rose-to-come. - Anahita Sanjana (India)