The Idea And The Ideal Poem by Cyclopseven R

Go as far as you may
To the stars high up and earth beneath
In the moon and the sun
In the air and the space
All space filled invisibly, with,
This energy masked by manifestation.
In delusory subjugation we let ourselves down
'Coz, we have lost the key to the heart
The seat of faith, food for soul.

We stumble and stumble
Searching Him far far away
And, we find Him not in our hearts.
Because he who sees through the eyes
See Him not, as the basis of his vision.
In all that is seen and in unseen
In that which is filled and in hollowness
In space beyond the reach of eyes
In the rocks, trees, animals and in humankinds
And, between the walls and pillars of many houses
Churches, Temples and Mosques
He lies still engrossed in His own play
And, the dissected mind portrays
Him to be different here, and different there
He is now here, and yet appears as if He is no where!
But, beads that appears separate in a garland
Strung together by a single thread
The thread we hardly see.

The divine invisible is everywhere
But, in creation He speaks His language.
The idea is evident and clear
The ideal makes it happen.


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