A Short Meditation
S Savita Tyagi
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Oh! Benevolent spirit of forest
Let me be the resting place of your habitat.
Let me have the honor to enhance your comfort
For tired and desolate.
When the little hatchlings fly out
Of your chamber of greens-
Blind and disoriented-
Their delicate wings too weak
To take them across a long journey,
Their instincts in despair
To measure the depth of earth,
Or the height of sky above,
Let my shoulders be the resting place for their flight.
Oh! How I will cherish to my hearts' delight
The company of that little guest
Even for a split second!
When the morning dew bathes the flowers fresh,
And robin greets the sun,
I see a monarch butterfly take off from a rose petal
For a journey unknown to me.
Please let her rest on my belly just of a moment.
Let her fill me with the wonder of life
Pulsating through her wings.
Let my hand be the one to assist you,
In your burden of forest to grow and to nurture.
And when the time comes,
Let me lie low under those copper leaves
To feel that one last touch of existence.
Let my breath mingle with the breath of forest
That envelops all,
Before I descend into ground,
Or float around the periphery of time and space
Under the luminous rays of sun.
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