By Shanta Acharya
The startling discovery always of the
Keats lost himself in a sparrow,
Whitman found himself in a leaf of grass.
Yet in time, everything is transformed;
the deepest ocean floor finds itself the
roof of the world.
A desert dreaming of its past incarnations
recalls cradling an ancient civilization.
Nothing is, especially the illusion of
nature is always in a state of becoming
To know your true self, seekers of
have said we must learn to step outside
feel the grandeur of the universe,
experience the suffering of all creatures.
Adrift in my world, searching for myself,
I stepped inside my self, met my many
persons I could’ve been under changed
accusing me for not creating my chances.
Yet all the time I have been tru to myself –
my art a way of seeing without distorting
the startling discovery always of the moment.