As vast as the seas and the skies –
our minds reach out beyond this
web of life,
wandering far
in search of a beauty that will last.

This too we must forego
for all we find
are fragments
caught in the net of our longing.

And yet, and yet,
we stay the course,
we endure –
and soon
what seemed like trials and losses
become treasure.

What once were shells
tossed joylessly away
turn into temples,
and through all danger or decay
we stay pure, steadfast.

These miracles we witness ask
only to be remembered,
and seen
for what they are –
as if to mark the threshold
we enter
out of our innermost darkness,
out of the chains of fear.

Ayyā Medhānandī
© 2019