
The Small Arm of the Seine at Mosseaux, Evening by Claude Monet circa 1878/French Impressionism
OM MAA (3x)
Sometimes the quiet dusk with its orange light refuses to leave

Goddess Saraswati Courtesy Ravi-Verma Press
It’s trace on the waters permeates the scene
With a rich luxury of creamy odours
That breathe into the settling moment’s vibratory tongue
Capturing the breeze among the shrubbery
And the nestling onomatopoeia of the rustling leaves and twilight birds
Returning to their home
They are caressed on the river floor
By the soft edge of a palette knife
Helping to turn every page
It’s seasonal plush of an empty canvas filled by the gleaming woods in the Tapovan
Today, they are singing the song of the universe
Nature’s proximity to the artist’s soul have given them the secret mantra
They chant like the river that flows to eternity
Light in the unending light and darkness no more…
-J