It’s not the finger...

I lost my way, when I sought your street
And then one fine day I saw myself
A dog blinded by his master’s feet
Is close, and yet still someone else
In love? Inspired!? Enough to bend?!?
Truer to the start than to the end
Remember, true Masters point out soon
It’s not the finger, it’s the moon
Great beauty is laid to waste
Right in front of vacant eyes
In minds that obsess with taste
Where awareness will suffice
Repeat verse
It’s not the finger, it’s the moon
Not what withers…but what blooms

© Suraj Mani

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