To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour,
We are led to believe a lie
When we see with, not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night, to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
This poem by William Blake touches me as I read it while I have my morning 'chai'
Something beckons me...
somewhere far away...
at times by my very side...
What is it that eludes ?
I think with a sigh..
Once again in a pool of ifs and buts
Life... your hues are mesmerising !
Well I start my day anyway
the search goes on...
I have my bags ready...I move on
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