The Silent One

It is beautiful in its flow,
The grace of God,
The abundance of nature,
Nothing is miserly about the five elements,
Water, wind, earth, fire and ether.

The further you walk,
And don't count your steps,
The skies open up,
More so, when you dare to see,
The clouds part to give a glimpse of thee.

The yellow flowered tree,
Has the same magic,
Soothes the eyes,
Fills the ears with music.

The Azaan from the mosque,
Has the healer’s touch,
It has sewn many hearts to pump blood.

The song of the Cuckoo is meaningless,
It is meaningful,
Only to the silent one.

Great power flows from the head to the palm,
Through the fingers to another’s field,
A kind utterance of love sans greed.

It is beautiful in its flow,
The grace of God,
Boundless,
Apparent only to the silent one.