At Our Master’s Feet

Aanchal Khanna

Smith College

Where are you, O my lover, O my depth

Oh love,

The infinite sky in our belly,

The deep violet ocean in our eyes,

The orange softness in our touch, where…

The touch that is sensual – that melts, that communicates, that walks us back to our

Silence,

The love that walks us back to our silence – is the only love ?

love that makes us our own friends – love that makes us forgive – not the other first – but first

Ourselves,

Love that has the power to melt us in ourselves,

love that meditates and meditation that loves.

My depths rise upwards

my eyes talk not to you – but to someone else in You,

my heart talks not to you – but to that heart which only knows wanderings,

That heart which is in you..

that body which I know, is not you,

I long to whisper the secrets of my soul to your soul

Oh I long to be in you

Oh I long to not just have our bodies make love

I long

I long

I long

For all to make love

I long

for our eyes to make love

I long for our hands to dissolve in love

I long for our feet swirling in the sky

Dancing on the stars

Playing hide and seek

Like children in the sky

I long

where are you

I wait

For you

To arrive

At our Master’s feet

Then I wait

to arrive at Love’s feet

Perhaps this is pain,

You have your time,

I wish

to keep whispering

keep whispering

keep

whispering

to

you.

Someday, one day, any day,

you feel ready

we’ll rise in love

rise

rise

rise

Oh love, just rise

Till then

I

will keep

dancing

swirling

walking

walking…