Those who see the mundane as a barrier,
a wall between the sacred and the divine,
blind themselves to the light that pulses through all.
They miss the truth that lies beneath the surface—
that in every moment, in every breath,
the divine flows through life's simplest acts.
No task is too humble, no role too small,
to be separate from the One.
The sacred is not confined to distant realms,
but lives in the heartbeat of the ordinary.
It is in the turning of the earth, the rustling leaves,
the touch of a hand, the whisper of a thought.
Each moment is a temple, each action a prayer,
a chance to touch the divine, if only we notice.
To see the world as a canvas for grace
is to know that no life, no act, no thought
exists beyond the presence of the sacred.
Those who seek the divine beyond the present
miss the infinite beauty of the here and now.
The sacred is not a far-off truth,
but the essence woven into existence itself.
In the dance of the mundane,
we find the music of the divine,
waiting to be heard, waiting to be known.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem