What's on my mind?

How can I say?

The mind:

a sky full of drizzle

held in place by a restless sea.

A mist melting like a dream;

a forest where stars shine in the night

ready to fall off from the space,.

a whirlpool sinking low,

A cavern of darkness,

the abode of light;

the mind where the satan finds an easy way,

the mind the footprint of God,

the mind whose face is never seen,,

and yet never for a moment lost,

is the only witness to my soul.

What evidence can I give

of this strange kinship with the mind;

that exists but can't be proved..

Translated from a lyric in Marathi by Sudhir Moghe

18 April 2020