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Thursday, November 13, 2008


Is every grain of sand
Different from the other?
I do not know.
Is every drop of water
Different from the other?
I do not know.
But I do know
That every snowflake
Is different from the other
Just as every man differs from the other.

How like snowflakes are we!
Both appear from nowhere
But from somewhere the same
Falling, falling we come down
Lying on a rock or in a glacier
Or on the riverbank here
Clinging on to a blade of grass
Or like this one, on my beard.

Clinging on, clutching to
For a brief while
And then melting away into nothingness.
Balachandran, 13.11.2008, Trivandrum

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. Tao, from nothingness to nothingness, the whole that is nothing, the several that is the whole that is nothing, everything... Well expressed.


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