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Sacred Space: Vasant Panchami
May goddess Saraswati, who is fair like the jasmine-coloured moon, and whose pure white garland is like frosty dew drops; …who is surrounded and respected by the gods, protect me.
Delightful is this flowery month with the racketing of lusty honeybees and Kokila-s around, and with flowered mango trees that fruit sweet mangos, and with Karniakraflowers, and each of these is becoming as though an acute arrow of Love-god, that ecstasies and even cleaves the hearts of self-respectful women, who cannot explicitly explain their pangs for love, nor can suffer them, implicitly...
Let us dance, let us sing And wear saffron garments to welcome the spring
Sarojini Naidu, Song of Radha
Lord, You are the living spring, The river of water of life; Only You can quench my thirst; Only You satisfy.