Unmanifested Gives To Think Poem by Leonard Gorski

Unmanifested gives to think
About its existence.

Like space, which is revealed
By the existence of a world of things.

As the Time, which elapses in it
When I wander from end to the end.

As a silence exists
When sound of the drop
On the water spread circles.

As the white sail
From the darkness emerges - The Being.


All dive in now.
By bare feet I trample the grass
In the morning garden
I'm contemplating roses and dew chill,

And when I look straight into the Sun,
It all wraps up the light, shapes and stuff.

Before the threshold of the highest Meditation
I do bow - I am the prodigal son
When Unmanifested calms the senses,
And calls you to return
Home.