Hidden Dimensions

THE ONE

Where can I find the one
who speaks without words
to talk with it of Braham?
For she who strains her neck to see
is blind.
Perhaps the nesting sparrow understands best
   the seed
     of the fruit
       of the tree
        of the earth
          of the rain
            of the seed
              of its Mother.
For all is one in Brahman's eyes.
The peak is as a drop of dew
and sandalwood is fleece.

She who waits on the shore
will witness the passing of many ships
While she who wades into the river of Brahman
shall surely be submerged.


A Poem by the Author Inspired by the Upanishads

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