The Saffron on my Soul

Along with the things that I acquire

Things I proudly call 'mine'

My ego burns in the sacrificial fire

My ahuti to the divine

Unburdened then I soar higher

No miracles are here, no water to wine

No heaven I find, nor hell dire

Just bliss - simple, joyful, benign

All around seems bright & new

There’s no sense of ‘me’ & ‘you’

No ‘men’ are here, no ‘women’, too

All is Real, all is True

I see the Saffron on my Soul

Glow of the fire that made me whole.

Sans the dross, pure, sublime

I shine as ME, one more time

KA

27.03.25