Mind churns with a million
scraps of memory.
related to who I am.
But the sense
of the Wholeness
escapes me.
The whole tapestry of life
does not help me to see the Whole.
The mind revolves round, with the data.
It keeps telling me that I am real.
But do I need this assurance?
Are they, the bits and pieces
of my own identity?
Oh!
when and how
shall I sense the Whole?
By meditating on the whole universe! Another great philosophical work, Tony!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Introspective. I wish to find that wholeness too but not for me but for myself. Thank you for the puzzle solved.10++