i wonder...

will there be a storm,
with howling winds,
and torrential showers,
when you come.. .

will the earth separate,
with molten lava
swirling at your feet,
when you come.. .

or will the mountain peaks,
lift their heads higher,
and roar to the world,
that you have come?

maybe, the trees will march,
with creatures of all sizes,
in the parade,
on the day of your arrival..

i wonder, if the brooks and streams
will join hands,
and create a wreath,
to welcome u with..

i wonder,

whether this lil flower,
with petals so tiny and blue,
that just fell into my hands,
is actually you..

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(for Shivakumarji - Sri Aurobindo Society)