All miracles are too small
when God holds me tightly
i become so vast, and see through
so many eyes, in the uncentered will
of created things, billions of worlds
tremble in my heart beat
all things are too small
to hold me then, not this body
not this personality, not this fate
or these lifetimes of dream
we’ve living miracles in
an uncertain world, just to survive
when i touch the infinite
it undoes me, and I become
a bit a part of everything else
that’s when I know, I am nothing
everything else is too narrow
not language, not experience, nothing
can replace the reach of uncreated things
whose intelligence is everywhere
whose search is always over
because it is found, by itself
in every act, in every breath, every prayer
of any creature, in any corner
of the universe, you know this well
you are also there, you also feel
all things, behind your senses.
For some reason, of which I am uncertain at present, that brought a profound sense of peace. Many thanks.
very welcome, it’s good that it brought you peace.
That it did. I’m re-reading it to see what it was that connected and brought the feeling.
ah good luck….let me know what you find.
Yes! It reminds me of a book titled Illusions by Richard Bach! I have read it literally hundreds of times over the years. Your piece resonated because it reminded me of my favorite book. In a condensed format you embraced and wrote an original version of similar thoughts. Now I understand why it made me feel the way it did.
That’s remarkable, I’m familiar with Richard Bach.
Have you read Johnathan Livingston Seagull…I believe the title is, as my memory isn’t quite what it should be these days. It is also a great read.
Indeed it is. It’s all vaguely familiar to me too, not clear. But all influencing us, the books we’ve read, the quotes we’ve admired. All assimilated somehow and always moving behind the surface…like a passage of Rumi or a large paragraph of Sri Aurobindo, these things live on in us.
Well said, even when the mind is diminished, the emotional connection remains.