Blue (Poem)

    As I come awake to the peacock call
    Blue it sounds in my ears

    I open my eyes and look at the ceiling
    It has become like the open sky all blue

    The floor being my choice has always been blue
    Oh look at my tongue, blue, blue, blue
    If I bleed I’m sure it will be blue

    Oh Keshava the White Mountain has turned blue too
    Or is it the depth of my passion for you Neelamega that has turned my vision blue?

    Is this the result of your blatant invasion of my every pore?
    Is this your way of revealing to the world how shamelessly I long for you?

    Now that there is no hiding that I am mad with your blue
    And I live in you as you live in me my blue

    Now that my inner color has leaked into the world
    there is no escape for you my blue.

    – Sadhguru

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