Who is that being
that fills us with
wonder?
The One
that can’t
be thought of..
rather that
by which
we ponder.

Not the heat
that emanates
in all directions
from The Fire..
rather that
by which it burns.

Not the waves
that rage upon
The Ocean’s
surface..
rather that
by which its
tides are turned.

Not the thunder
that precedes
a flash of light..
rather that
by which
the lightning
strikes.

Not the inhale
or the exhale
that is felt..
rather that
by which
we draw our
breath.

Not the life
that leaves
our body
after Death..
rather that
which follows
in its footsteps.

The One
that cometh after..
yet The One
that’s now
and always
was before.

The One
whose sandals
even Yama
is not worthy of
to hold..

The One that goes
by many names
and takes on
many forms..
The Singularity
of them, however..
is The Brahman.
Om.