On sultry, humid evenings; <br />I feel Her around, <br />disrobed of Her divinity; <br />in the last place to be found. <br /> <br />She commands, i obey. <br />No words, no conversation, <br />yet, a comfortable silence; <br />evelopes up both. <br /> <br />I see Durga and Mary <br />Magdalene and the Mother, <br />and then i see Him. <br />Both unified as One. <br /> <br />It would make no sense <br />Otherwise.<br /><br />arundhati sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unification/
