The Hagia

By Sophia

 

 

 

 

Her name is Panchavarnam,*

It means five colors of mind and wind,

She's a player and quite tough

In what it is. Its the art of waiting,

For that great perfection in feelings,

Quite extraordinary when it occurs,

The fulfilment of the promise.

A vision of the world and oneself,

In the heart of a woman by herself,

The mother of the Americas before America.

But Pancha plays with it,

And you'll have to be careful,

It can go horribly wrong.

But the great one has opened it up,

For all to learn in these times,

And I think we are seeing some of Pancha,

Where we are here in the arts of the songs,

She might, I guess grace us with a note,

Grandpa's forgotten her name....I can't tell!

But the relations of father and son, continue,

Guided I think as always by the Holy Spirit.

 

 

 

 

* Tiger Lily in the story of Peter Pan