Echo of a dew drop

Emotions have descended from heaven
To fill the pot of thirsty mendicant
Ears filled with the resonating music of stillness
Oh mendicant, where more he would want your journey to lead

Garden filled with colours so earthen
Fragrant flowers speak the language so mystic
Breeze carries the eternal hope of continued Joy
Oh Heaven, what are you doing here in the world of mortals

Mind wants to mind no one’s business
Barriers continue disappear with the fading individuality
So called fault finding hides in shame and never wants to peep out
Oh Man, where has gone all grudges developed in the anvil of the slavery mind

A drop of dawn's dew carries a character and form,
Transparent, unassuming, uneventful, reflecting, forming, deforming, disappearing,
All moments treasured in the joy of being "unidentified"
Oh God (Mother), in thy will, thy way, and thy nature is all that is “life”