<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lakshmi in her silken veil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lakshmi, in her silken veil<br>of modesty, walks unrecognised, <br>free as birds are free, around our world…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">veiled in stillness; her lovely arms<br>bestowing, secretly, invisibly<br>her wealth; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her step so light, her being so, so still…<br>she passes you every day; <br>has never forgotten you; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so if you think she has neglected you –<br>consider, instead, her reasons: <br>she may be holding back to teach<br>(do you hear her laugh so lightly?) <br>pure grace, pure gratitude, <br>tomorrow, or the next day…<br>humility, she teaches, is the greatest wealth..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so disguised, she walks so freely through our life: <br>she loves to walk in markets, and the scents<br>and colours, tastes, of her wealth; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she loves to walk in fields, in Spring, <br>her arms as gentle, careful, generous, <br>as a sower casts the seed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she walks in hospitals, loving care<br>distributed without a holding back; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she walks in schools, sits with the pupils, <br>bathing in the wealth of knowledge<br>that flows from spring to river to the ocean; <br>sometimes watches hand in hand<br>with her sister Saraswati; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she loves princes and their consorts<br>decked with jewels that all can wonder at; <br>she does not like dark treasure hoards<br>or locks, or keys; or those who think<br>her wealth is somehow, theirs…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and where she walks, a trail of golden dust<br>dances in the air; if you do not see her, <br>go to the temple where she loves to rest<br>among her own; for if you thank her there, <br>you’ll see her everywhere; say nothing, <br>smile; share her modesty, her generosity, <br>that only her own devotees understand: <br>those who love her wealth, but never for themselves…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this, this, is her beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460130" data-title="Lakshmi in her silken veil de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Lakshmi, in her silken veil of modesty, walks unrecognised, free as birds are free, around our world… veiled in stillness; her lovely arms bestowing, secretly, invisibly her wealth; her step so light, her being so, so still… she passes you..."></div> </div> </div>

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