I am looking for you
in earth sky and sea,
not knowing
you are already there within me.
I am like that terrified child
who desperately looks for his mother,
forgetting
he already rests on lap of his mother!
O love, o joy, o peace, o beauty,
why am I so blind, so deaf, so empty?
I am made of you,
yet, why don't I see you, hear you, feel you?
Why I wander and wander
while in me, you are already there?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Charles Edward Perugini
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