A poem


 
                     Dawn
 
Morning shivers over the cypresses,
A last dream-image is scattered by the wind.
The lark arises and sings its song of love,
While the early star still stands in the sky.
 
Understand, O soul, what gentle beauty says:
God’s Goodness is the substance of creation,
Le thy deepest heart remember this –
From dawn to the final hour.
 
                            Frithjof Schuon

About amartingarcia

General surgeon (retired). Studied Western philosophy at U of Toronto. Afterwards interest turned to advaita vedanta and non-duality for past 20 yrs, plus a long interlude in Sufism coinciding with that period. Now contributing in ’Advaita Vision’ with regular posts and discussions.
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