Strange is the bonding of love
every time you are blessed
with this feeling from heaven above
your heart gets a little more expanded.
You realize how vain follies are
how love overcomes imperfections;
How we love a deity made of clay
knowing it holds God inside itself.
We ignore the clay,
we ignore its imperfection;
we could see through them
and see the divine within
Whenever we truly love someone
it’s our very soul that’s blessed;
We rise one step higher
every time we rise above imperfection.
Vijayadashami, 28.09.09, Garia, Kolkata