SPRING

The spring sun streams through my window frame
Opening endless vasts of saphire blue,
Red roses are sparkling with diamonds of dew.
My heart hymns praises to Him without a Name,
A love for Self and all equally the same.
I draw curtains 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 radiant beam,
Universes in Brahman's magic dream.
Mind fell into my heart, no words explain;
I am the light, the sun, the room, the view,
The dust, the Self, and Brahman; so are you.