Shanee Taylor, tune in raga Piloo
Friend, come to the threshold –
Curtains of silk and velvet are parted.
Roses and jasmine blossoms
Give up their perfume.
Scent of sandalwood
Mingles with smoke from the fire
And shadows flee from leaping flames
Their borders licked and melting.
A chalice filled with ruby wine
Awaits the way-worn traveller.
Fragrant air is humming with silence.
Friend, you are welcome here,
Enter the room of forgetting
And remember who you are.
© 2016 Shanee Taylor