RUNNER ARE SMILERS
RUNNER ARE SMILERS
Flushing Meadow Park, 1987
The breezes blow through the June lush leaves.
The sun is golden on their green freshness,
shining translucent through some,
shadows on others.
The shadows and translucence
play, play, play.
The sun is horizontal,
shining brightly at us
but there is much light left,
before the evening comes.
So this daytime of our lives shines for You,
Lord.
You have been here in this park,
You the One and You the many.
You the One came, kingly,
and strode with strong legs
through the race course,
in shining pink and white attire,
You glowed and strode.
You the many in colorful attire
ran afterwards on hundreds of legs
at many speeds through the fast course,
through the fresh green treed June eve.
Past the barbecues and soccer fields,
the Spanish, Greek, black and white,
the ice-cream truck.
We rounded the course.
This the daytime of our lives
for You the Father, You the One,
here for You the many, we, Your children
the daytime of our lives.
You to manifest in the outer world,
we run, we live, we strive.
In Guru, Lord Supreme, our Father,
our All, to You,
we bow
In Gratitude Supreme
In Sunlit Dream
To this Day
to this Eve
to this Play,
we bow.
– Sutushti Lang.
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