On the banks of the Cauvery, I caught a glimpse of the divine-
In a glowing Chola bronze inside a tiny shrine.
Rampant, rearing tall, a mighty serpent stood,
And an awesome teenage Krishna danced above its hood!
Gracefully he floated, his entire weight
Supported by a thumb on that great snake’s tail!
I’m not well-versed in religion or myth
But across the ages my spirit synched
With that unknown artist!
And a bit of my soul that I’d had thought all mine
Resonated to the spark in that artist’s soul-
Is this what we call the Divine?