By whose touch does the lily smile
And open its beauty – bud?
Whose moonlit beauty
Do I see in the lily?
Who is the Eye of my eye;
Who is the Heart of my heart?
Alas, then why do I not see Him,
His face of transcendental Beauty,
Even in my dreams?
- Sri Chinmoy
I love this poem. You have great talent. I wish I did!!
Comment by Bonna Bickford — April 3, 2008 @ 4:44 pm