From the cosmically esteemed, holy Shree Maa.
The Lighting of the Lamps
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
Happy Diwali everybody.
It has been a cold turn to things as the Sun is debilitated and the Moon is just appearing, also debilitated. Combine that with a weak Jupiter by sandhi, and retrograding that weakness to us.
Give it a few days. Things will get better.
Thank God for the lighting of the lamps. Today’s Dhanvantari puja made me feel extraordinarily better. Thank you Dr. Vaidya.
Renay Oshop - teacher, searcher, researcher, immerser, rejoicer, enjoying the interstices between Twitter, Facebook, and journals.