At the Feet of the Infinite

Tushar Khandelwal

 

At the feet of the Infinite,

lay down the burden of becoming.

Let the restless mind loosen its knots,

let the heart unclench its hidden grief,

let the soul remember what it was

before name,

before wound,

before longing,

before time.

Breathe—

Sweet morning rose.

Let us release this play of life.

Live, and let go.

Scatter the rosary in the pouring rain.

Perhaps I win the lover

and mourn the friend.

The stars are within reach,

a breath of heaven in thy heart,

a raft of light on a storm-tossed sea.

The ocean is not outside thee;

it rises and falls in the chamber of thy chest.

Every sorrow, 

every love, 

every farewell

is a wave returning to the boundless sea.

Breathe—

Sit like Siddhartha under the bodhi tree,

where time kneels before eternity,

where desire becomes prayer,

where the self dissolves like mist

beneath the first gold of dawn.

At the feet of the Infinite,

nothing is lost.

The beloved, 

the raven hair silvered in the wind,

the weeping in the dark,

the vanished years,

the unfinished song—

all are gathered into one endless light.

Be still.

Breathe—

and the universe breathes with thee.

Omniverse Traveler