Through the Veil

Misty mystical morn
of last evening's tempest born
with Maya's veil in lila worn

Children of the cloudbursts return to the source
dancing reflections of Infinity
rising to the call of the Beloved

Lingering droplets, moist and luminescent
glittering reflections of Infinity
playing in the filtered light of the sun

Laden with the fullness of nothingness
quiet clouds of misty air dancing, glistening, listening
to the music of the morning

Declaring the perfection of All That Is Brahman
Hark!  the birds are calling
Let me not care for reason