I felt like it was a chronograph
Of a life lived in gladsomeness
Yes, a signature, an autograph.
See at the face, the whole face
Forgo adjectives, they'll efface
What it speaks sans speaking
About a life lived in silent grace.
I was drawn to it & felt blessed
The inexpressible, it expressed!
What more can one beg of life?
If unsolicited, one is so blessed!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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