Friday, March 14, 2008

the one.

THE doctor all of us know

The soil on which the fortunate grow

A proof that covers can be deceptive

The bare truth, the blessed mind

Much of higher showers & all of life’s find.

Straight from God’s own busy hands :-)

Out to heal few and many.

Cannot ever thank her enough

All the words never match her touch

The healer. The teacher. The seeker. My good karma.

Dr. Lakshmi Prasanna.

naked as we came

In the rustling spring

Through the mystic eyes

Over the seas of joy

From the corners to the clouds

It takes me here and there

The magic of music

The magic of Iron and Wine.