Where did the ripples start?
Deeper in the heart
then poured into art
drop by drop
to an endless babbling brook
as it heavenly, hellishly shook
the heavens and the earth,
every corner, every nook;
yet still we are here
dangling in the pouring rain
with our feet still wet
and our hearts still warm,
our eyes fixed on a distant dawn
neither here, nor there we roam
till the ending of chapter unknown
till the tingling light of the sun
from far mountains dawns.
-Uththara-
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