Mind delights in horizon, of its very sight,
Ever eluding from my walk on vast desert!
Is it God, whom I search here and beyond?
Or is it ecstasy, for which, life I yet spend?
Why don’t I realize the horizon untainted,
Loll under my feet too, as always sustained?
Does not God pervade inner and outer ever?
Can joy lie out of Self? That happens never! - 220498
This is a lovely piece, exceptional work. full of colours and dreamy textures. all the best Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one very good work.........I enjoyed it