I get turned <br />Into a clean slate <br />The only movement <br />Discernible in that clean state <br />Is the silent gathering <br />Of throatful of tears <br />Raving to flow <br />Out to bathe <br />Me and 'me.' <br /> <br />Allow this vibrant <br />Fleeting wink of time <br />Be my light <br />My rhythm <br />My melody <br />Tuned by you, <br />My Master! <br /> <br /> <br />(15Jul2011)<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-the-master/
