Cradled by the sky so near
And so far off the moon
The glittering clouds float in light
The wandering thoughts if nobler
Are indeed a great boon.
For they chance at the moment right
Through Her grace Divine.
ou steer ahead in all success fine
You know it’s all Her mercy.
Gifted are our eyes to observe sharply,
Things of the outer world.
Objects yonder now close in upon us
Our traditions we have to keep with us.
They are never to be sold.
Thy needs, however humble are watched.
Aye, remember this for ever, my son dear.
– Mathioli R. Saraswathy
Flute Magazine, Oct-Dec 2010 Issue