I wake into a world we share,
Of morning light and moving air;
The roads, the trees, the passing sky\u2014
All these are yours as much as I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see the sun upon the wall,
The leaves that turn, the raindrops fall;
You hear the temple bell at dawn,
Then watch the ordinary move on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what I see is never bare,
For memory is always there;
A color comes, a thought awakes,
And something older gently shakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A flame is flame to every eye,
Yet I may see a prayer rise high;
A flower rests upon a plate,
And I may see the hand of fate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A line of code, a broken thread,
A risk, a flaw, a thing unsaid;
Where others see a system fail,
I see the story in the trail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A song may simply fill the room,
A r\u0101ga bloom and then resume;
But somewhere deep within its tone,
I hear a path that feels my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The food we share is taste and cheer,
A feast that gathers loved ones near;
Yet spice and scent can suddenly
Unlock a hidden world in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A season turns for everyone,
The cold arrives, the spring is spun;
Yet every autumn leaf I see
Falls through another year in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The world has clocks that all can read,
Appointments, targets, tasks and need;
But mine has moments none can chart\u2014
A second measured by the heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see a book, a page, a word;
I hear what once I may have heard;
A teacher\u2019s glance, a father\u2019s phrase,
A voice still living through my days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see a room, a chair, a floor;
I sometimes see a sacred door;
For places change when memory stays,
And silence gathers older ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see me speaking, teaching, still;
You see the work, the thought, the will;
But not the questions underneath,
Nor private joy, nor private grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see the man who seems to know,
Who builds, advises, helps things grow;
But not the child who still will stand
In wonder at a grain of sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see the visible design,
The outer edge, the measured line;
I live as well in what appears
Between my thoughts, my hopes, my years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So this small world I call my own
Is never truly mine alone;
It meets the world that all can see\u2014
Then changes shape inside of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And perhaps that is how we live:
We take the world, and meaning give;
One universe beneath the sun\u2014
Yet countless worlds in every one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My world is small, and yet immense,
A woven field of thought and sense;
What all can see is only part\u2014
The rest is lit within my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
–Mani<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I wake into a world we share,Of morning light and moving air;The roads, the trees, the passing sky\u2014All these are yours as much as I. You see the sun upon the wall,The leaves that turn, the raindrops fall;You hear the … Continue reading