The Return of Uma
In the chant of invocation,
In the dreamlike rhythm of her arrival —
The Mother comes,
Bearing the song of creation itself.
A dawn of shiuli blossoms awakens the heart,
Unfolding doors long closed —
The soul stirs
To the timeless pull of her sacred hymns.
“No more delay,” whispers the heart,
As sky and air signal her coming.
Through the fields of kash grass a rustle rises,
The heart grows restless once again —
Uma is returning after a year,
And already, her footsteps echo in our ears.
