Rajiv

Awakening! first to arrive (the golden hue)
Then he rolls over the hill
His seven horses, like a dew condensed in white
Has archived and divided (at our mere calling)
The width and breadth of our touch.

I have seen it,
that other way
The path the gods chalked out for us.
It measures two steps down and one above
In its openness has the ONE (as showing and shining)
spread its wings in two hollowed lodgings.
The third that lay outside, has now swiftly flown
Pulling language away,
into seven folds of silence.

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