The tree you sit beneath grows away from its own rituals
it sheds leaves, weaving into the forest, an immense song
of mindfulness,
as the universe grows luminescent to Maradana’s profuse music
every tree a Sufi holds her storms still
as your breath composes hymns, your smile unaltered
the sky a meditation, in awe of your ascetic hardiness, unburdened
ecstatic, the birds follow you on your udaasis
contemplative they learn the language of your travels, your
congregations write stories into the hooves of your horses
nomads along the playful Indus, are a chorus with you Nanak
in rapt attention, the earth is an exquisite honeycomb
it swells with wasps of curiosity and collected words
children skip along your doorways, finding answers you leave behind
you simply savor each blessed dawn and walking dusk
as reminiscences narrate themselves into your days
You were of permission
You were of the equinox
You submerged into the Other
You were of seen fleetingly, stayed forever
O’ Nanak, of being worship in ordinary
O’ Nanak of playfulness in redemption
O’ Nanak of asking, seeking, receiving
O’ Nanak, may we allow ourselves to travel like you
plough through the most difficult terrains of our search
continue to gain humility along your ebbing udaasis
sprinkle our morning dew with your enigmatic saakhi’s
witness every petal as it drips color into unspoken questions
fill prayer bowls with golden morsels of suspended poems
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