Thoughts are like ripples, <br />gently flowing over <br />the surface of the mind. <br /> <br />Deep inside us <br />we bear the image of God, <br />the ripples of thought break that image <br />into fragments. <br /> <br />It is as if you are looking in <br />a lake full of ripples- <br />It is a full moon night, <br />and the lake is reflecting <br />the beautiful moon. <br /> <br />But the lake is full of ripples <br />You cannot gather the moon together; <br />the moon goes on splitting <br />into a thousand fragments. <br />The whole lake seems to be <br />spread over by the moon- <br />the silvery beauty, softly broken apart; <br />many a fragments is seen floating- <br />all around. <br /> <br />Then the wind stops, <br />the ripples disappear: <br />those fragments start falling into one moon. <br />The silver that was spread <br />all over the lake, <br />now becomes more concentrated <br />into one place - into one moon. <br /> <br />When the lake <br />is completely without ripples, <br />the moon is reflected perfectly. <br />God is reflected perfectly <br />when there is no ripple in you.<br /><br />Nazmul Haque<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reflection-of-god/
