IN GRACE

What
The wind
Said
so clear
In ears
Not one, but
The whole
swayed
Hands to hands
Real to unreal

All pencils
And all pens
Lay abandoned
Lazily
Recuperating
At the gate

There towards
That horizon
In clouds
Wet with
Heavy water
Rained
Few drops of
Tears
At thy
Lotus feet

In grace
All was
In grace
All became!