A lotus in her hand, Lakshmi asks mischievously:
Tell me, Vishnu…
If I were to disappear into this flower, would you still find me?”
Vishnu, unreadable, replies:
“Even if you became a grain of salt in the ocean,
I would still find you.”
Lakshmi chuckles softly.
“You always speak in riddles.
Tell me, do you truly see me?
Beyond the gold, the throne, the Devi?”
Vishnu’s eyes deepen:
“I see you…
In the silence between my breaths,
In the blink that hides my tears,
In the shimmer of a wave just before it breaks.”
Smiling, she lifts the lotus.
“Then here, Narayana…
This lotus is for you.”
Tell me, Vishnu…
If I were to disappear into this flower, would you still find me?”
Vishnu, unreadable, replies:
“Even if you became a grain of salt in the ocean,
I would still find you.”
Lakshmi chuckles softly.
“You always speak in riddles.
Tell me, do you truly see me?
Beyond the gold, the throne, the Devi?”
Vishnu’s eyes deepen:
“I see you…
In the silence between my breaths,
In the blink that hides my tears,
In the shimmer of a wave just before it breaks.”
Smiling, she lifts the lotus.
“Then here, Narayana…
This lotus is for you.”