WINTER

The wintry sun streams through my window frame
Opening wide to limitless vasts of saphire blue,
Snow drops are sparkling with diamonds of dew.
My heart hymns praises to Him without a Name,
A love for Self and all are equally the same.
I draw the curtain in my room, enlarge the view,
From tattered folds, a powdery dust soon flew
Across the scene, obscuring sunlight's flame.

As cloud did clear I saw each dusty grain,
As a world held in a solar radiant beam,
Universes in Brahman's mighty magic dream.
My mind fell in my heart, no words can explain;
I am the light, the sun, the room, the view,
The dust, the Self, and Brahman; so are you.