All This Is Verily Brahman

Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write

I know I have been blessed

It is a blessed hour when night is quiet and the air is still

The tranquil mind is nurtured by flow of thoughts-

The thoughts that are messenger of love and peace

And create a longing to be one with stillness.

My body, mind and soul seek to be one
With my surroundings in silence.

I do not have answers to all the questions

But in this blessed hour just want to bow in humility

And pray to you my Lord!

In the boundaries of perception with limits of my senses

I seek the threshold of your existence in my thoughts.

Grant me this joy of flowing thoughts,
And teach me to be content in listening to my voice of gratitude,

Just the way I would be happy sitting by the river,
Listening and watching the flow of cold water.

In that moment of calmness
Your blessings are showered alike,

Upon the flowing water of river,

Upon the night sky full of stars,

Upon the soft magical breeze
And upon me and my thoughts.