India-The Shore of First Light

The Shore of First Light unfolds like dawn’s first vow,

Where rivers stitch silver tales through yielding land;

Mountains stand, like elders guarding ancient truth,

And forests breathe, as if the earth itself could pray.

Women rise from soil like memory made flesh,

Not shaped by hands, but formed by becoming whole;

They pulse as life’s enduring wealth and wisdom,

Teaching the world the art of being alive.

Evening drifts in like a whispered benediction,

Cool sandalwood resting softly on the air;

The sands, like scripture, keep the gods’ faint steps,

Where time, unbound, dissolves itself to myth.

Here the divine once touched the mortal shore,

As flame meets wick to birth the will to dream;

Desire learned its name without shame or fear,

And longing grew into a sacred song.

Non-dual light shimmers like a single breath,

No line divides the sky from human skin;

Prayer and body move as one clear rhythm,

Teaching that wholeness knows no opposite.

Ten sacred footsteps echo on this ground,

Each vow restoring balance to the world;

They ask, like silent bells within the heart,

Who bears the duty of the light today?

Shall only men lift lamps against the dark,

Or shall all hands rise, equal to the flame?

For many lamps, when lit with shared intent,

Reveal one truth: the light belongs to all.