What is it that you seek, a love letter? A mere love letter doesn’t do justice to your love, my beloved.
It’s like the sun asking for a bit of moonlight.
Like the moonlight asking for city-lights.
Like the city-lights asking for a lamp.
Like the lamp asking for a wick.
Like the wick asking for a breeze.
Like the breeze asking for air.
Like the air asking for breath.
Like the breath asking for its life.
Like life asking for love.
Like love asking for a heart.
Like the heart asking for music.
Like the music asking for a song.
Like the song asking for a tune.
Like the tune asking for rhythm.
Like the rhythm asking for a pattern.
Like the pattern asking for a shape.
Like the shape asking for form.
Like the form asking for matter.
Like the matter asking for energy.
Like the energy asking for its source.
Because the source of my energy is you in the shape of a lotus garland on the meditating Maheshwara, the form of my love is in rhythm with his damru, which is in tune with your favorite song…
Its pattern repeats with aumkara’s eternal music that’s always played in the heart, which seeks and knows only love, which is life with breath, blending with the air around us, carrying our love-making fragrance in the breeze that sustains the light on the kidavillaku’s wick, even when I am asleep with my thoughts about you as Chennai’s city-lights drown the otherworldly moonlight eternally granted by the sun while awaiting sunrise!
It’s like the sun asking for a bit of moonlight.
Like the moonlight asking for city-lights.
Like the city-lights asking for a lamp.
Like the lamp asking for a wick.
Like the wick asking for a breeze.
Like the breeze asking for air.
Like the air asking for breath.
Like the breath asking for its life.
Like life asking for love.
Like love asking for a heart.
Like the heart asking for music.
Like the music asking for a song.
Like the song asking for a tune.
Like the tune asking for rhythm.
Like the rhythm asking for a pattern.
Like the pattern asking for a shape.
Like the shape asking for form.
Like the form asking for matter.
Like the matter asking for energy.
Like the energy asking for its source.
Because the source of my energy is you in the shape of a lotus garland on the meditating Maheshwara, the form of my love is in rhythm with his damru, which is in tune with your favorite song…
Its pattern repeats with aumkara’s eternal music that’s always played in the heart, which seeks and knows only love, which is life with breath, blending with the air around us, carrying our love-making fragrance in the breeze that sustains the light on the kidavillaku’s wick, even when I am asleep with my thoughts about you as Chennai’s city-lights drown the otherworldly moonlight eternally granted by the sun while awaiting sunrise!
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