let us meet like clay lamps at dusk
though we may glow
but for a few moments
the stars even wait
with reverence
and…
the moon veils herself
in modesty
soft, synchronized chants
eyes resting
eyelash upon eyelash
the exchange of breaths
the one prayer
translated by our hearts
into meditation
and…
we listen to you
we surrender ourselves
as does the wick of a lamp
consumed by oil,
the very oil
that earlier gave it life
and…
we bow down to
the eternal circle of light
***
this poem was partly inspired by the beautiful song Jab Deep Jale Aana as well as the togetherness and surrender I experienced volunteering for the iMeditateAfrica campaign, working towards a continent-wide meditation event on Sunday May 25th, 2025. Follow the iMeditateAfrica page here
SONYA KASSAM 
Brilliant !!Thank you
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Glad to know you enjoyed the inspiration 🙏
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Thank you dear Robert.
I love how you have infused the meaning of closeness of the spiritual guide and seeker from eyelash upon eyelash. Though it was not intended, your perspective has really beautified that phrase.
Grateful 🪷
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Beautiful 😍
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Thank you 🩷
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You’re welcome
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A tender and spiritual evocation of unity and surrender—this poem glows with sacred intimacy. Its imagery is both delicate and profound. Very nice Sonya 🌷🤝
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Very grateful for your wonderful feedback. It is a special poem for me. Particularly I love the phrase you have used “sacred intimacy” 🙏🏼
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for creating and sharing this wonderful poem.
I like a lot that term, “clay lamps.”
“Eyelash upon eyelash”…I don’t know if this was the intended meaning, but it immediately brought to mind (in a most beautiful way) the closeness of the spiritual guide and the seeker.
Very beautiful.
All good wishes,
robert
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