It’s his light touch.

I said to Stillness,how can you teach me so well?Stillness said,By being with you always.I said to Stillness,How can you teach me so much?Stillness said,Because you have much within you;I, but a mirror for your mind;I, but a mirror for your heart.I said to Stillness,O my beloved teacher, will youpromise me you will never leave…

come to me – I care not – asthe Brahman, Krishna, Buddha,Adonai, Christ, Mohammed, Reason –clothed, adored, despised,in any of the names and formsby which men know Thee or profess to know,in the name of Whom they fight each other,and thus deny Thy very self –or as a nameless stranger, none of these –come to…

not your poetry teacher,not the guys who call themselves critics,it’s democracy come at last to the toffee-nosedhaughty-cultural world of the artsso don’t ask me what this one means,you tell me, OK? that’s if it means anythingoh did I forget somethingah yes the poemsorry I seem to have forgottenwhat I was going to say

that gives our pain such brute totality?so vital, that we almost love that pain(our faces sometimes radiant in grief) ,unwilling to let go pain’s absolute,since there, hides knowledge deeper than beliefof that sole absolute itself, the rootof all our being, oneness that we sharewith those with whom we sought our selves to prove?that pain, which…

for, if they read the heavens’ portents so well,what need of proof, of presence at the scene?and then, to go without due retinuethrough unforgiving deserts; foreign towns;and forests hiding thieves and wild beasts too?and carrying rich gifts? and worse, their crowns?and so to risk three kingdoms, not just one?and for the sake of some religious…

God bestowed on you His most precious gift –He gave you the ticket to roamthe length and breadth and height of all His lovely Creation– as much as any mind can know what’s therebehind what’s there –you use this ticket all the time,but have you ever thanked Him?When it’s time for you to come homebecause…