Come as a Breath
Come as a gold spangled breath of presence A mist of an unseen gold, Out colouring every hue of ‘I’ness, Swallowing every cord and discord of thought. A breath invading all, mightily and sovereignly, Dissolving the tenacious bid of the ‘I’ to self-claim Into a molten flame of self-giving. Come, come as a breath of a romance so supreme That all of me is hushed into a silent anthem of love. - Anahita Sanjana (India)