Saturday, September 17, 2005

Of What Shape My Soul ?

Of what shape my soul?

A speck of life hiding in a sperm
The big awareness spreading head to toe
A quiet burning wick of flame
Turning into a roaring fire, at time of waking.

A tiny string, vibrating forever
Curled up in the many dimensions of space.
A foetus in mother's womb
Kicking and moving, oblivious of worlds beyond.

The morning dew, balancing life
On the tip of a blade of grass
Transparent and reflecting
Blue skys and a rising sun.

A drop of tear, that hung from
An eyelash, long and beatiful
Hiding within it, the pains of a heart
From whence the words had fled.

Of what shape my soul?