My Lady knows that I fall asleep most easily in the early morning, beneath the grey glow cast by a cloudy sky. I rest my head upon the pillow, beneath my bedroom window, and my mind soon wanders away.
Not long after, my heart takes flight through the glassy panes, without leaving so much as a trace of the silver wings that were granted by Her grace. It joins the dawn choir to sing with the birds She taught so well.
From the lake of crystal dreams
rise a thousand lotus flowers
and they unfurl their pristine petals
only for the light of
the flawless wisdom moon
which you wear upon your brow
as the jewel within your crown.
You ride upon a crystal swan
And clear away the storms within my mind
With a touch of your silver wings
You stir the stagnant waters of my heart
I pay homage to you, Saraswati Devi
You whose face is seen in every careful work of art
You whose home is kept in the space between my breaths
You whose voice is found in between the beating of my heart
I pay homage to you, Saraswati Devi!
To love My Lady I must love myself
As much as I love the morning dew
To love My Lady I must love my mother
As much as I love the flowers in spring
To love My Lady I must love my sister
As much as I love the moon in autumn
To love My Lady I must love my friend
As much as I love the first silver frosts
To love My Lady I must love my neighbor
As much as I love the golden light of dawn
To love My Lady I must love my enemy
As much as I love those who love me
My Lady, I call out to you like a child in the night, who wakes from her shallow dreams of fickle sunlight to find the world in darkness.
Saraswati Maa! I cry for you to come and peel away these clouds that cover the moon in my heart, so that I may better bear your light into this suffering world.
Bless me, My Lady Saraswati, to never be satisfied unless I have the crystal light of the moon on your brow to be my guide as the silver starry spark within the lamp that lights my way on this darkened path to liberation from the burning house called Samsara.