On Staying Connected

 

Infinitely i danced to a rhythm divine, 

and drank life as it had come like wine

So far i had come from my shrine, 

yet a voice called out and i knew it was mine

i followed it into endless time and space

my body faded to an outline, a dim trace

i became a shapeless flow of happy light

as i rediscovered the secret of ineffable delight

all through,the farmer who nourished the roots

is the one who has reaped healthy fruits

one who judged his crop by seasonal flowers

has lost it all to few heavy showers

life may have brought us far from our shrine

it takes just a while to look up the line

keep the flowers and but do nourish the roots

So life shall wither just to give way to fruits