Daily darshan: Real lotus bud all the way from Chennai – offered to Narasimha in England
I chanted my rounds this morning on the cricket pitch, walking round and round the perimeter,
My fingers clicked round and round the beads. Above me, summer swallows cried in circles in the sky,
Above them an old Hurricane flew overhead, roundels visible underwing,
Higher above, blue rain clouds sprinkled perfectly round drops of water,
Higher still, the Sun, chariot of fire, describing the perfect shining arc,
Above them all, He who frees us from the great round wheel of samsara.