The Current Print

Where there is no one
Still the white lillys sway
Upon the quiet lake
Pining to take a bath
In the ray of light
Rushing down
From the moon's door,
A sensation runs
here to there searching for some entity - that is present-
So far is not captured by the lense of the bare eyes...
An entity - that leaves it's 'current print' in every corner...

After crawling upon the huge hand of the elephant
in its silent quest for crumbs,
The ant reports to the herd chief I crossed an ashy patch of land that was breathing.

The Faceless, the formless, has taken the form of everything-
the lilly, lake, tree, shrubs, half light-half dark, the mystique moon -
a giant puzzle lying
right before the eyes,
that the human brain fails to apprehend.

It murmurs -
Ye, see me.
Come.