SPRING

The spring sun streams through my window frame
Opening wide to limitless vasts of saphire blue,
Red roses are sparkling with diamonds of dew.
My heart hymns praises to Him without a Name,
A great love for Self and all equally the same.
I draw the curtains of 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 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.