I grow upward, my march is heaven-ward,
My face is turned to the God of the skies,
Nor village, nor city, nor palace, nor hut need I in this world
of yours,
I am he who can pass his days without a roof, in rain,
sunshine, hail and wind,
I love to look at the God of the skies!
I need but a small piece of ground for my roots just to stand,
to blossom, to bear fruit and die!
I need no raiment nor food from Thee, O world!
The rainwater is enough for me, I drink and grow!
I live on air, I desire naught!
I am alone in myself, the ascetic of centuries past and the
ascetic of the centuries yet to come.
And even for me, O world! Thou hast but an axe!
Amandeep’ poem “My Strength” is an invocation to the Strength of Love n Care bestowed on all beings by the Creator. Earth is also ” yearning” for our attention. The poet’ wish is like that of Kikkar to look upward towards the open sky in order to commune with the Creator while fully anchored on mother Earth. Powerful imagery, profound ecstatic thoughts. Enjoyed!