Everywhere
Anonymous One,
I am everywhere, as much a dandelion, tulip, or rose
As the most distant galaxy, all of space, and beyond those.
I am Your mystery: I am neither Hindu, nor Christian, nor Jew,
Though I am blood, bone, tenderness of friends,
All the craziness of lovers, and the estranged making amends.
I have no identifications, or if Soul
Does, it only identifies with the Whole.
If what I say weaves nicely with the words of Christian or Jew,
Muslim or Sufi, it only does because reflection
And stillness of mind have discovered it to be true.
And truth does not belong to a culture or faith or what not:
A fisherman simply waits on glassy waters and something's caught.
Though he has a home and address, wife and friends,
Though he loves his time by the fire, his children's play,
Though he might even be an assembly's part,
He never forgets the sun-hushed invitations of his heart.
His real home is nowhere, heart's nakedness.
The language of fear and profound loneliness,
Helplessness, that makes one want to identify,
Has no hold, for truth alone would satisfy.
Overflowing with wisdom this piece invites re-reading - -" heart's nakedness", being intriguingly given as our real home needs more digesting - - an excellent verse. Recommended
"I have no identifications, or if Soul Does, it only identifies with the Whole" Great insight deep and very bright, thank you!
Wow! Intense and rich with thoughtful concepts... Some lovely phrases: 'he never forgets the sun-hushed invitations of his heart...'
so wise and worth to be remembered ,tfs