But Rather As The Hymns of My Breath.

I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description

Can I see you once more?

As eagerly as the sun's rays,

Await's a day,

To see the beauty of the earth. 

Can I feel you again? 

Like the land begins to smell,

After being washed, 

By the cloud droplets. 

May I remain with you? 

As the morning snow,

Gently melts,

On flower petal surfaces. 

Can I assist you? 

As the bee aids the flower,

In understanding the self,

And recognizing the honey within. 

No worries, I know you,

Beyond the perception of the body,

Who exists in every aspect of the cosmos,

Being the creator of life. 

Yes, I do see you

Not as the universe,

or as a panacea for all problems

But rather as the hymns of my breath.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The closing line of this poem is really beauty. The words preceding are but a prelude to the hymn of heaven. Well penned.

[Someshwar Gurumath]

Thank you 🙏🏻😇