The whole world is a series of miracles,
but we’re so used to them,
we call them ordinary things.
from the undertones of love and the misty-eyed rebirth of the everyday sacred…..
inquiry for today~ who are you then?
We are, …. what are we? We know not, what we are!
For a moment we are blessed
For a moment we are accursed
Some moment we pray and fast
Some moment we are free spirits,
Now we declare,’Only we exist’
Now we declare, ‘We don’t exist’
For a bit, our heart is calm
In a bit, we weep rivers
Now we say, ‘We are self-realized’
Sachal’ we are only That eternally
What other contracts can we make here?