Who looks to whom? <br />And who looked first? <br /> <br />Everything that has direction <br />has its contraflow. <br /> <br />The ikon whose golden frame you gently touch <br />painted its painter so that it might look within you. <br /> <br />That white-bearded man whose photo <br />you just glanced at, was photographed <br />by the Ganges’ snowy swirling waters <br />to be there to bless your eyes, to smile your mind. <br /> <br />For you who arrived, hot, dusty, saddle-sore, <br />the saint has waited patiently to see you become him. <br /> <br />For you, the whole world awaits <br />with answers to your questions yet to ask.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darshana/
