My Life

Floating like a forsaken leaf upon the breath of the Supreme, Neither seized nor cast away, a murmur in the voiceless flow. Like mist rising only to embrace the formless Vast, Like the lone bird's hymn sinking into the Womb of Silence, My voice wanders, a river without dawn or dusk. The dawn unveils its mystic fire, then drowns into the Nameless, A stillness where the Unstruck Melody hums its secret pulse. The rain that weeps upon the earth yet leaves no footprint, So moves my soul, shoreless, unfathomed, A ripple melting into the Unknowable Vast.