-- The Oneness of the Many --

John Herlihy

I see oneness in the singularity of the crowd;

In the field of multiplicity, a unity is allowed.

In schools of fishes, awed rhythm to behold;

In a swarm of bees, a story of diligence told.

The stars in the firmament moving in unison,

The multitudes of flowers in the garden wind.

A chorus of pine furs whispering their prayer,

Morning mist in the valley in forlorn despair.

Birds in flight mimic the swell of ocean waves,

The murmur of sleeping bats in mountain caves.

Morning dew speckles the grass in sheer delight;

Suns of the universe serve as beacons of light.

The ocean of the blue sky bespeaks of the One,

The ocean of primordial night bereft of the sun.

Monsoon rain drenches earth in silvery sheets;

Descending snowflakes a peaceful night greets.

Faint glow of dawn’s first light utters its creed

Shadows at sunset as prisoners of light freed

The willows bow to the wind on bended knees;

Forests harbor ancient secrets in ageless trees.

Hungry wolves roam tundra under winter moon;

The dead in old graves add to graveyard gloom.

Fields of granules form a desert of shifting sands;

Blades of grass form savannahs in distant lands.

Forget not celestial galaxies spiraling in majesty,

The mystery of the many in a universe of unity.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Saturday 22 May 2021