Evening meditations


Remembering Rumi, sitting by the Ganga, Rishikesh. May 2006

        I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball in the sun

        I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening

        I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal

        The rose and the nightingale drunk in the fragrance

        I am the chain of being, the circle of the spheres

        The scale of creation, the rise and the fall

        I am what is and what is not…I am the soul in all.  


About prashant bhatt

A doctor in Imaging, photographer, writer likes to read and travel. A regular diarist, journaling since 1983 Reading journal : gracereadings.com
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