Where

Silk webs rise and stretch,
bending in the breeze,
seeking where in this sky
our fears will fall
to rest.

Spiraled serpents spin
like ribbons, wind-curled,
seeking where in this sky
to bite, to plant
each star.

Lark rides the south wind,
her unperched notes fly,
seeking where in this sky
the sun shall find
her song.

- Swami Ambikananda Saraswati