As we have eyes to
see
It is the one, which
looks
As we have ears to
hear
It is the one, who
listens
As we have hands to
touch
It is that one,
which feels
As we have sound to
speak
It is the poet which
animates the words
It is the flower bud
That climbs towards
the sun
It is joy, intimacy
and bliss,
But pain and depth
of sorrow, too.
It connects the four
sides of the world
Joins the dual,
lives through, and is
The experiencing
And experience
itself
Above all it wants
to grow
Like trees – are
they not a monument of it?
All aware inside
It be the soul of
God
Who tends to all the
things
And guards our
peaceful dreams
