I've brushed against the Divine & its pollen sticks to me
But I’m still too human; just a bud, a flower yet to be
When the flower blooms, and this pollen finds its place
The fruit will ripen, and turn from gross to grace
Then, I’ll see written, on my slate, glowing, clear
All is Complete there, & all is Complete here
From the Completeness, Completeness arises
Past my body mind, I’m one of its guises
Om purnamadah purnamidam
Pūrṇāt pūrṇamudacyate
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti....
KA
12.06.25