Our Shine Your Light newsletter can help you stay aligned in today's changing world.  Yes, Please!

Traces of Maya

by Roy K Austin
(Dorset England)

Catkins droop as buds promise,
snowdrops point me to the spring,
trees that branch into existence
mark their cycle with a ring,
inner growth to outer space
the solar map is in the bole,
if I listen and I look
I am conscious that the brook
is manifesting to my soul:

Discarnate air for what is truth -
swept off as down from lion - tooth !
All is ciphered to maroon
through an eye I cannot keep,
from the valleys of the moon
nothing has occurred but sleep ;
weightless as in slumber laid
I see the earth unnamed, unmade….

From Towards Atman

Click here to post comments

Return to Spiritual Poems.

Copyright © 2005-2023  WorldBlessings.org

World Blessings is a 501 (3c) Non-profit educational organization

All rights reserved