A Thousand Arms

When sitting down to meditate tonight, a spontaneous flow of gratitude carved out these few verses. (Sept, 2024)

A thousand set of arms,
I wish I had to serve,
You gave but never asked,
Far more than I deserve. 

The ocean keeps no score,
Of endless thread-like silver,
Rivers, on their serpentine course,
Towards the final giver. 

The sun smiles upon all,
Silent sustenance and grace,
Filtering through karmic clouds,
A healing touch, a warm embrace. 

Even oceans may run dry,
One day the glow will wane,
Yet you’re still overflowing,
With love that can’t contain. 

I can never repay 
Such kindness in kind,
A thousand arms grow weary,
May a thousand more I find. 

As long as you exist,
In your favour I will be,
When you’re nowhere to be seen,
You’re free, with me, eternally. 

Kiruthika Rajeswaran