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Lean heavy in Your Chair

Beloved:

Survey

And catch a glimpse of the

Grinning eye

The turning of Your Palm

Lifts the spirits of Your caravan of lovers:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

You have told us that

Ten times twelve

Is the number of Your Circle:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the line just bending.

In being with You

One forgets the Source

Which directs that Gaze:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one who cannot forget himself.

How often they have laid

Sweet flowers 'round Your Neck:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one who has left the flowers grounded.

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one who has not seen Your footprints.

And reverently they burn the dhuni

And sing of Your Flame:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one who sighs in darkness.

Few are the poets

Who grasp Your Light

And set a page aglow with praise:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one whose pen remains unmoved.

The ones around You

Beam with the Grace of self-denial:

But lean heavy in Your Chair, Beloved

For the one who shields the Rising Sun.

James Meyer

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