Ishwarapranidhana

The formless in all the forms,
The larger religion beyond all other religions:
Of the ground beneath at Theosophical society,
Of the morning fragrance - my daughter sleeping next to me,
Of the peacock's screech at Ramanasramam; 
Of the chaitra mooon beckoning me at Gorakhpur. 

The eternal source of inexplicable connections in life, 
Big and small, my Yoga Sangha - 
The miracle of a bird's flight, this airbus taking off.
The wait for the coming of a baby,
A student's pregnancy.
The invisible bonds of friendship,
my friend calls me from her world. 
The overflowing devotion of temple bells at Lucknow.
The kindness in the waiter's eyes there,
Offering me tea well beyond tea-time,
Sensing that I needed it. 
The laughter and togetherness of co-sadhakas,
Moving in the same direction---
But of course! we are on the same plane! 
The efficient care of Chattisgarh,
Welcoming 'Tings!' of teachers' sharings on WhatsApp - 
The love of my partner, watching a movie with me over a phone call,
While waiting until 11 p.m. for a bus.
Much needed sleep and rest - 
Coming to my mother's place. 

To all you myriad forms,
holding the formless in such beauty, 
I surrender.