All Along I Was Sitting Still Poem by Sachin Pushkarna

blue skies cover the horizon
as divine sunlight touches the wind
the languid sound of water running
as a green blanket envelopes the hill
i stare at every phenomenon wondering
am i a part of this or this a part of me?
yet, fascinated by this spectacle of creation
by the creator who also created me

snow glistens on top of that mountain
with the sun shining on top of me
birds singing to their different tunes
now in one place then another tree

i gaze at every splendor wondering
i am as much a part of this as this is of me
what power can imagine such vividity
the thought of the creator who created this and created me

every thing seems so much in place
every picture seems so perfect
every creation serves its purpose
as every thought assumes a reason
while i am thinking through these thoughts of wisdom
how was I thought and so was this
all along i was sitting still..