The storm is in the wind,
Or does it brew in me?
The Moon hides behind the clouds,
Or does it rest in my palm?
The stars shine in the sky,
Or their sparkle beholds my eye?
The birds sing to the trees,
Or is it me, they seek?
The Sun rises over the mountain,
Or the lamp burns between my brows?
The drop is of the ocean,
Or the ocean am I?
The bells ring faraway in the temple,
Or is it my consciousness waking?
The prayer in the mosque sings His praise,
Or is the prophet,
You and I kneeling on the ground?
1 comment:
Interesting poem....Loved the consistency of observation followed by self-questioning realization...:-)
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