To see the world in a grain of sand

Picture "Searching the Ox" kindly provided by h.koppdelaney under CC

In this poem, I used the one of my favorite poems from William Blake to "seed" my own:

"To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour."

William Blake

Time fades away and has no meaning

No past, no future, only an expanded sense of presence

Self melts away and is not separated from anything

Consciousness expands freely and not bounded by Ego or the Senses

Oh friend, why trade this for worldly reflections of shadows?

Born with this potential you were

Use the key of meditation to unlock eternity in an hour

Peace,

Kirpal