Drifting in the Foundation

Since I know you
only as my God and not
as my own to come  closer
I stand apart from you.

Since I know you
only as my father and not
as my friend to grasp your hand
I bow at your feet.

I stand not where you walk
to own you as my own
by clasping your hand, in heart
take you as my comrade.

You are indeed my Brother
amongst my brothers but I pay
no attention to them, nor do I share
my possessions, profits with them.

In pleasure and in pain of men
and women I stand apart reluctant
to give my life thus refusing to plunge
into your being, the great waters of life.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 77

Henry Victor          07.12.2012