Spiritual & Philosophical Poem by ashok jadhav

I search the sky for answers not yet known,
A silent plea cast outward like a seed;
The stars respond in whispers of their own,
A quiet counsel for a restless need.
The wind moves through the trees with patient grace,
A language older than my fleeting thought;
Each leaf, each shadow, holds a sacred place,
A mirror of the truths that life has taught.
I feel the pulse beneath the seen and seen,
A current flowing through both heart and mind;
It hums of what has always been between,
The endless thread that binds all life aligned.
In stillness, I discover and I yearn,
The soul expands as worlds within me turn.