This tiny sparkling flower on the roadside,
That magnificent Goddess holding the mighty titans at bay,
The explosive fire consuming a star-city in a flash,
The abandoned peasant girl giving birth to a child under a tree,
The black water fowl living with its chicks among the tall rushes,
The brave soul struggling for life stricken with a deadly fate,
Fascinating faces, bewitching limbs of incredible heavenly loveliness,
The heartless monster crushing a crowd into a paste,
The gorgeous display of shifting colours in the northern sky,
The haunting music of a wild, ecstatic violin,
The unending pageant of epic dramas enacted through eternal time,
Intoxicated million waves on a boundless ocean of light,
Only deepen the Mystery to a point of stone-numbness in my soul.
Small carnations, shooting quasars and the unforgettable smiles
Are hopeless inadequate symbols and provocative hints of That One.
An ant wants to cross the Sahara,
A dew-drop hopes to live in the mansion of the Sun,
The night aspires to see the face of Day, her God.
O Illusive Wonder whom no form could contain or express,
O Marvellous intimate unattainable Splendour, O friendly Stranger,
Accept the salutations of a grateful flicker
Of a nonexistent flame.