All that I see

Walking through crowded city streets, amidst the hubbub and the noise,

Monsoon winds caress me, clouds sail across grey skies.

Despite the sound of traffic, I can hear trees rustle and sigh and birds calling;

The scent of jasmine and diesel smoke commingle with great equanimity.

People pass me in a never-ending stream:

Young and old, rich and poor, sad and happy, whole and crippled,

So many different faces, but everyone so human, so being!

Each a unique mystery, a special, particular story, a hero on a quest:

Thus am I shown the thousand faces of God!

Everywhere the Divine reveals itself, in sound and sight and smell,

Like a shy maiden who lets her veil drop briefly

To reveal a glimpse of pure, incandescent beauty.

I bow with great reverence in my heart

Awestruck before the magic of the formless One

Dancing in and out of reality in so many different ways,

Weaving this wondrous, complex tapestry of life from a single invisible thread!

In such Light,

when my eye is single and devout,

All that I see is sacred!