Not with these, with the eye that dormant lies,
I've seen God in souls struggling to rise;
Whenever I see me from me apart,
I see him mute, mere witness in my heart;
Oft standing alone a tree in desert,
I see when mind's mirror is cleansed of dirt;
In mother's selfless love do I see him,
In dreams she dreams that none cares to redeem;
In a poor man's precious last piece of bread
That he feeds a hungry dog, heart and head;
Few grains to ants, plenty to elephant,
I oft see God in man's measured judgment;
On same plant, thorns growing along with rose,
I not just see but know, he alone knows.
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Reflections | 12.05.15 |
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