Dr. Raghavkendra Kumar Tripathi–
I am not the eyes that see,
Not the mind that thinks it’s me.
Not the hands that softly feel,
Nor the wounds that time can heal.
Not the wind that brushes by,
Not the earth, nor endless sky.
Not the water’s flowing stream,
Nor the sun’s warm golden gleam.
I am not the blazing fire,
Nor the voice that sings desire.
Not the air that fills the space,
Nor the heartbeat’s measured pace.
I am something evermore,
Past what senses can explore.
Deeper than what eyes can view,
Wider than what winds pursue.
I am not these fleeting things,
Not the pain, nor joy it brings.
Not the taste of wine or bread,
Not the sound within my head.
Not the shape, the shade, the hue,
Not the days or nights I knew.
I am not the tear that falls,
Nor the echo in the halls.
Not the scents of earth and rain,
Not the pulse that beats again.
Not the voice that calls my name,
Not the body, not the frame.
I am timeless, I am free,
Spirit vast, eternity.
Boundless sky without a shore,
Silent song forevermore.
Not a creature of the clay,
Not a part of night or day.
Not a captive to the skin,
Not the war I lose or win.
Not the laugh, nor sorrow’s sigh,
Not the birth, nor when I die.
Not the blood that swiftly flows,
Not the wound that no one knows.
I am not the breath or bone,
Not a king upon a throne.
Not the storm, nor gentle breeze,
Not the shadow in the trees.
I am essence, I am light,
Endless day beyond the night.
