Donnerstag, 23. Juni 2011

~ I come to know his Shining Self


I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.






I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.

I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This ‘I’ beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.

Therefore I know
This ‘I’ is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.

Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the life of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.

From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think: Bearing so many forms,
so many names, I come down,
Crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.

The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present future,
Dwells in Man.

Within Him I shall find myself -
The ‘I’ that reaches everywhere.




~
18. Mai 2008