When I existed,
You did not.
Now You exist
and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves
from water --
still they are water
within water.
O Madho,
how can we describe
this illusion?
What we believe does not exist.
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In all things
exists the Lord,
assuming countless shapes;
in each pore he plays and sports.
Ravi Dass say,
He is nearer than my hand.
All that comes to pass
is by His will alone.
-- from Songs of the Saints from the Adi Granth, Translated by Nirmal Dass
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Poetry Chaikhana | Ravidas - When I existed