Sometimes I wish to ask you
like a mere child,
‘Please tell me,
who gives to the sun
its light?
Who brings so much blueness
to the sky?
Who keeps
the ocean
filled to the brim?
But I do not ask,
I am afraid
that you may laugh
and say,
‘You are no linger a child,’
and silence me.
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False Truth
So many truths
of our childhood
seem false when we
grow up.
Do we really
turn all truths
into falsehood
as we grow tall?
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Giver
He did not save
anything.
People say, he did not leave
even a set of clothing.
He gave away what he had
all through his life.
By giving, he collected
every one around him।
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The river arrives
A river, I hear, has come
running and panting
to meet me.
But before losing itself
in me, I find
that the river has calmed down
entirely.
No one could even guess
how hard was the river’s journey.
I wonder if we too,
before falling into our self,
would be like the river
so calm and at peace?
I wonder if the ecstacy
of finding ourselves
would be so enormous
that we shall forget
how difficult was our journey.
The river is river.
and I,I;
still the river
in losing itself,
find me.
The river thus
Becomes the sea.
Indeed, in losing ourselves
We find ourselves only.
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Vessel
The vessel that would ferry
me across,
would be left behind
after reaching
the other side.
Knowing this,
the heart is still so fondly tied
to the vessel.
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Offering
The sun said,
‘Open your door.
My light is yours.’
The trees said,
‘Sit near us.
Our shade is yours.’
The river said,
‘Come close and
touch me. My flowing
water is yours.’
I did what they bid
me to do.
Now the light is mine.
The shade is mine.
The river of my life
flows on smoothly.
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Competition
The day I wished
to be god,
I knew that someone
now surely would want
to be larger than god.
Now everyone
is larger than god.
No one is god.
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Division
The sky belongs
to everyone, but
walls? They are our own.
The river is for all.
But vessels
are our own.
The earth is for everyone.
But courtyards
are our own.
This limitless world
is for all. But boundaries
are our own.
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God
I asked a child,
‘How big is god?’
The child smiled
and stretched both
his arms wide.
The child wanted me to learn
the vastness of god.
And then I knew
that god is only as big
as your own life’s grasp।
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