Satyananda's poetry

Summer is here

Water, lake, lapping playfulness.
Sun reflecting in the waves, glittering joy,
warm and life-giving.
Sky, intense light, colouring the water,
shades of light and dark blue.

Silently listening to the sounds of summer.
Wind, caressing my skin,
moving the leaves,
high up in the trees,
with a soft sough.

God is speaking in so many ways,
with so many voices.
And I am here, receiving,
experiencing all this beauty,
all different aspects of myself.

Love made visible,
not a single care.
Life takes care of itself,
moving in silent, playful joy.
And I am here, astonished.

How is this possible?
All this beauty?
So complete, so alive!
Nothing is missing.
And I am here, amazed.

Summer is here!