I was there then as I am now, without any doubt;
I am here now, and I could feel it beyond any doubt.
Looking back at the space and time,
Through which I passed in the realm of time.

Once I was a mountain, tall and proud;
Pampered by the darkest of the clouds,
Used to take pride in adorning icy caps,
To the dismay and envy of many down the gaps.

Heard the rumblings in the darkest of the night,
Pride became mild with the touch of the might,
Next I knew I was rolling and rolling,
With the gush of water flowing and flowing.

I did not know how long it took,
My size became small in look;
Did I disconnect with the mountain,
Or did I get disconnected from the mountain?

I did not get an answer and the journey continued,
Next I saw myself placed in the palm of a child,
I was surprised how the child could lift me in his palm,
With a squeeze I became tiniest pieces in his palm.

As the child dropped me I lay scattered,
one with many and many with one; very battered.
I did not know still whether I was a mountain,
But the same feeling continued as if from a fountain.

Did I lose my identity, I asked myself?
Never ever felt like disconnected from the self,
In the traverse of journey during time,
I felt humbled from the twists of the time.

Looking back at the space and time,
Through which I passed in the realm of time;
I was there then as I am now, without any doubt;
I am here now, and I could feel it beyond any doubt.

GREG RAKOZY ZAID ALI
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