“Quest For God” O’ver hill and dale and mountain range, In temple, church, and mosque, In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran I had searched for Thee in vain. Like a child in the wildest forest lost I have cried and cried alone, “Where art Thou gone, my God, my love? The echo answered, “gone.” And days…
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Live in balance,
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way,
Man has explored all countries and all lands,
And made his own the secrets of each clime.
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds them to their way,
In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth’s story.
“You are my other me. If I do harm to you, I do harm to myself. If I love & respect you, I love & respect myself”
I was bent above, my image mirrored in the fleeting glass,
And a voice from out the water through my being seemed to pass.