A northerly breeze is brewing
As a flock of flickers is flying.
I sit enchanted on the deck
And watch the trees swaying.
I hear a thunder somewhere
It’s drawing nearer and nearer.
It may start raining , I surmise
The clouds are turning thicker.
Suddenly a streak of lightning!
A kinky dazzle perambulating!
I wonder what it thinks of me
As I sit uncovered, ruminating!
There's a power so benevolent
That makes even me, relevant.
It made me an instrument who
Would record this elfin event!
It has made each 'n' everything
Including me 'n' the lightening.
Its space holds both of us and
All else , in a bond unswerving!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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