No Need To Glide And Fly Like Birds In The Air Poem by Mohammad Younus

No need to glide and fly like birds in the air;
The same Real is in the heavens...
...and the same Real is on the ground;
No wisdom in asking for the miracles;
When you're yourself the chief miracle of the Real;
No point swimming back to the origin;
When the river is flowing around you in all directions;
Is it not absurd to count the ripples in the ocean?
When you're yourself the real ocean;
No point travelling in search of the Real;
When the Real is not apart from you;
The invisible Real and the manifestation of the Real...
Where is there any difference?

MyKoul