Holy Trine
From where, in the beginning emerged
The Universe; and in the end where embedded
All these planets, skies and oceans
Rivers, dales and tall mountains
Colours, scents and flavours
Charms of all shapes and forms
Grace of every phenomenon
Seen, sensed and savored
As part of every day routine
Ever imagined thou! Their origin
That power pool of eternal blaze
The source and sorbent in one
Lo! It is the holy trine! Mother divine!
Not just the woman! A mortal effigy
Oppressed under hombre hoofs
But know her as sacred pneuma
Take my word! All my fellow men
Whatever be her worldly nomen
Sister, daughter, wife or mistress
She is always the Holy Mother
In whose heavenly ardor
You are destined to dissolve
In life and after
poem by Sathya Narayana
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