The Kite

As I look deeply at the kite’s marvelous flight
I get lost in the limitless sky
At times the kite looks like a wandering fish in a blue pond
Frolicking in the sky, making circles of myriad kinds.
Sometimes it soars up in the breeze of love
And sometimes takes round turns and swerves low
Sometimes it bends and glides like a snake
By chance it gets entangled with others on the way
And sometimes it soars high up, floating slowly in grace
And stops still like a bird on its passage.
The million movements of seafaring animals and sky birds
We can see in this kite, like our life
If it goes too high up the kite might get lost
Down below, if it swerves it might get all wet
It soars and dances to its full rhythm in amazing ways
When in the middle of the sky, it gets a clean and cool breeze
When did it start to fly and how long more does it fly?
It’s after all a kite that knows how short is its life
It will continue to soar up non-stop as long as it can take a flight.
But why can’t one see the strange moody flier behind his kite.
Oh gods! I saw the luminous world, the selfsame light
Your abode is a small place, the wheels of the kite.