Lotus Seed Poem: 16

The Vedas are still being written.
There’s a scroll made of awe
Rolling across the floor
Of the awakened heart.

Try this:
Raise your arms and eyes
To the sun as it opens itself to you at dawn.
Read what that scribe of light
Pens across the hymnal of your soul —
then read it back to yourself.

The Vedas are there, my friend
in the sweet scripture of your amazement.