One moonlit morning in November while sitting in my deck around 4am

Santa Rosa 

IF ONLY I COULD

If only I could

I certainly would

Transfer this love and joy that abounds

When looking up to the brilliant moon

I feel her rays reaching out to me.

The breeze wafts and circles around

the willing branches of the aspiring trees

making the sound of the gentle rain

While kicking up the fragrance

of the wet earth of recent rains

I am doing this for you they seem to say

As if to touch my heart and

From there spread to all my parts

Filling me with their living throbs

NO YOU and NOR ME they seem to say.

So I stay there and pray and pray

For my loved ones

Which I do every day

Then I look up at the silver orb

The sukta glory  to Shree I say

Smiling with every word that comes out

The smiles that she gives back to me

Proclaim every word  the sages have made

Calls  to Matter to hurry their pace.

If only I could

I certainly would

Transfer this love and joy that abounds

With one single sweep

I would move it all

Across all continents

To ANY One

Who can hold it ALL.