Friday, August 3, 2012

Mysore Mornings

The sun smiles, creased eyes aglow,
as she pours her
buttered ghee light across
our hungry earth.

In these hours after daybreak
nature respects her generosity.
We’re famished,
just practiced.
“Eat ghee. Good. No problem,” she says, our Indian mother,
her glowing hands dip ladles
of coconut oiled sunshine
towards our mouths.

They’re agape
with the same obedience
of the earth
when receiving light.

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