Morning Raga

the soul fills light
as i awake to the sound of the flute
a soft blow of cold wind brushes my face
leaving me in a trance like state

I run to the roof to watch the break of dawn
the sea seems so quiet in anticipation
suddenly a dark deep red rises from the horizon


the cotton like clouds seem washed in gold water

I fill the light entering my body
I forget all the burdens of the world
clasped hands offer prayers to the infinite red


Another soft and cold wind hugs my body

telling me reassuringly , the world will be alright...