I know a million people
and yet there is just one
I would like to get to know
as deeply as the sun,
That shines on the Sahara
in the early morning hours,
Illuminating each grain of sand
and subduing the shadows.
The grains of sand, a million people
yet it is a particle I seek,
The particle of the innerself
myself/God
of which I speak.
As the sands blow
will I ever know
this one of whom I speak?
Know all, know one
it matters not
in the quiet of the deep.
s.k. lindeman