My Guru sits engulfed
in warm golden light
the curtains, the yellow blanket
covering his chair, his jacket -
all this night are golden.
He has taken a chill, and sneezed.
To warm up, he has tugged on
a white hat (looking like a chick
emerging from its egg),
and golden gloves,
leaving his arms uncovered.
He emanates golden Light
from the heart of the Golden Boat.
All, all is full of the supernal Light
of this precious moment on earth -
where even the prasad is a golden orb.
of this Thanksgiving night
is all pervading.
- Hashi Roberts.
Drawn from the April 2007 edition of Panorama.