All This Is Worn by the One

 All This Is Worn by the One

(Essence of the first mantra of the Isha Upanishad, from the Shukla Yajurveda)

All this

whatever moves

in this moving world

is clothed

in the unseen.

Not owned,

not held,

not gathered into names

but quietly worn

by something

that cannot be possessed.

We arrive

with open hands,

yet spend a lifetime

learning to close them.

We say mine

to dust,

to breath,

to fleeting arrangements of light

forgetting

the sky never belonged

to the bird.

Enjoy, then

but lightly.

Taste the sweetness

without swallowing the world.

Let each moment

pass through you

like wind through a window

felt,

but not captured.

For the more you grasp,

the less remains—

and the less you claim,

the more reveals itself.

Desire is a quiet thief—

it names what was free

and calls it possession.

But nothing here

was ever yours to take

not even the self

you protect so carefully.

So walk gently

among borrowed forms,

through borrowed time.

Delight in what appears,

but do not cling

for even joy

is not meant to be stored.

All this

already whole,

already given—

asks only this:

to be seen

without hunger,

to be lived

without ownership,

to be loved

without the weight of mine.

mukesh,,,,,,,