Musings of an Undercover Yogi

My gossamer dreams, now burnt, I sprinkle on your soil.

So that the ashes fertilize the seeds of your dreams.

May tender plants sprout and grow into sturdy trees.

I hope you let the branches spread far and wide.

With each passing day, may the roots grow in strength.

Let there be abundance, fruits of love and joy.

– Bijita Dhar