Monday 19 March 2012

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.

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