and asked me to wait
he clamped a bracelet on my wrist
and said, this hand will do great work
the first thing this hand did,
when he released his grip,
it touched his feet quickly
intense intimacy in a crowded space
a big hall, a couple of thousand devotees
dancing to Tamil rock bhajans.
i step down from the stage and
look up at him, meeting, hugging and blessing...
i flashback to a minute ago,
when i gave him a grasshopper
'you wrote this?' he asked
'it's dedicated to the mountain', i replied
he blessed the book, then asked me,
'you have anything to say to me?'
dumbfounded for a moment, i found my voice.
'i love you' it said.
'i love you too maa,' he said, and my face
disappeared among his hair as he held
me close. exploding with bliss, I was about
to go, when the swami held my hand and said, wait!
