What Do I Call It?

It comes from the deepest dark
Is it inside me, or outside?

It seems all around
And yet, deep within

A search
A feeling of emptiness
And of limitlessness, yet

A benediction that awaits
If only I can find it!

I have not heard it
It says nothing
But, promises to reveal all
If only I surrender!

I have not seen it
But, its image has always been
In the chamber
Behind a countless million
Windows in my mind
I have not felt it

But, it has always touched me
Now kissing my forehead
Now slapping my face
(while still kissing my forehead)

I do not know what it is
I choose to name it ‘Mother’




Sifar