A Small Bird And Its Tale Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the garden's heart, under the dawn's first light,
A marble vessel cradles the azure sky so bright.
Sparrows descend, their joy untamed and vast,
In the bird bath, where the sky and water are cast.

The Sufi stands, a silent witness to the play,
Where each ripple speaks of the Divine's way.
'The ocean in a drop, ' the ancient mystics write,
Here in this dance, the soul takes its flight.

Jasmine on the breeze, the world in repose,
Eyes closed, the heart sees what the open eye foregoes.
Water's gentle symphony, a sacred, cleansing song,
In nature's simple act, the spirit finds where it belongs.

With the birds' flight, the heart ascends,
In the reflection, the seeker's journey ends.
In this humble bath, the soul's truth unfurled,
A sanctuary found, in the heart of the world.