India Dream
Brindavan,
I'm in Brindavan.
India again.
Now I remember
how much I wanted
to return.
My feet upon the
dark earth of India,
I breathe her.
A master in bright orange gown
walks toward me.
The dark hair and eyes.
We sit on the earth,
the earth of India.
He tells me,
"I am with you,
I am with you,"
his smile as big as
Brindavan skies,
centuries, and
ten thousand hearts.
The earth,
the shining earth of India.
My hands touch down.
© 1997 Layne Russell
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