Crimson Red

Crimson Red and Golden

The skies over Crete in the hour of a splendoured dusk,

suspended over the ancient Cavern

and the awestruck person, and the Sea's expanse...

That crimson red of Satyabodak's garment,

now that he has found himself in Homer's Vale,

among lion cubs, and lions besides.

And from that Crimson itself,  the other hues-

The Green. The Yellow. The Ochre.

Of the Physician, of the Preceptor, of the Renunciant.

And as each enters the being of the other,

as though such a union were both home and nature,

again, you behold in wonder
how Perfection swifts about its works...

And how it loves you. You alone.

You alone does it love.