My Life Is Like A Gift Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

My dream is like a journey
to the moon
where i can enjoy the timelessness
of my being
only to be awaken too soon
where the spirits of my ancestors
exist in the shadow of the night
the hidden treasures of the mind
comes to light

The footprints i leave on earth
will follow until my grave
when i reach before heavens gate
i shall no longer be enslave
as the stars behind the clouds
never loose sight
of every step i make
whenever i am in distress
and weak
to call on my father
above he will never forsake

the pattern of stars
which connect
to my heart
will shape the future
like the seeds of intelligence
i sow each day
to see through silence nurture
the light of this world
shall never dim
for it is fuel with the love in my heart
to see a reflection of the divine
in the flowers and the birds
i am enlighten by this holistic field
to know that i am part

Like raindrops from the clouds
i can see the pearl in every soul
through my inner eye
intertwine with the cosmic universe
nothing in this world have i
to see the lamp of the soul
in every role of life
be the mystery of this earth
tomorrow when i shall sit upon the throne
of the moon
with grace i will complete
my purpose of birth