Last night I visited 2 women friends and though each of us felt laden, we each completely shed our loads as we began to improvise a song together.
The Raga
Our voices were the radiant hues
Of blues and mauves and brilliant white
Mingling and growing
Dancing and flowing
Darting from no-where
Reaching for rarefied light
In the blue heavens beyond
The song was of the rain-forest
Marvelous blooms jostling for space
Extraordinary shapes seizing the skies
Whilst miniature flora traced delicate strands
Into lace laden with dew
So exquisite a web woven
Within the forest’s floor
As the sounds faded
Into echoes in our minds
Heady fragrance lingering on our lips
Leaving our bodies limp with spent passion
Our breathing in unified rhythms
No words were spoken nor needed
As we three disappeared - into the night