Gems of Poesy

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   A Simple Evidence




                                      I am a thinking being
                                      I think, therefore I am.
                                                     
                                              (Descartes, Rene)


 



                                                      
              I am a thinking being 
              I think, therefore I am 
              Whatever I think 
              I only know 
              Why do I think? 
              How do I think? 
              I do not know 
              Whatever you think 
              You only know 
              Why do you think? 
              How do you think? 
              You do not know 
              From which source does this thinking spring? 
              Nobody knows
              You are my thought 
              I think of you 
              It means you are 
              I am your thought 
              You think of me 
              It means I am 
              I think there is yonder a star 
              It signifies that it exists 
              And you think of the milky way
              You don't see with your naked eyes
              But your thought proves its existence



              Thus while I think that there is God
              Whose entity I presume above board
              Whose perfection I never doubt
              Whose beauty and grace I ever adore
              Can you tell me?
              Whence does this thought enter my mind?
              One must say it has come from God
              Who does exist
              He does exist not ony here 
              Not only there but everywhere 
              Who generated into my mind this noble thought?



              It stands to reason that it is none but God Himself
              His attributes are here and there 
              His signs and clues are everywhere
              In the sweet fragrance of roses 
              In the diverse hues of butterflies 
              In tiny green lights of glow-worms 
              In the scented magnolia trees 
              In rustling of wind in the trees 
              In deepening dales, in winding streams 
              In the sweet songs of nigtingales 
              In the softly lighted cathedral 
              In high minarets and domes of mosques 
              In twinkling stars and Milky Ways 
              In high mountains and darkening clouds
              In rainbow, shimmering of moonlight 
              In waterfalls, fountains and lakes 
              In lightnings, thunder and earthquakes
 


              I think of God 
              Whose reflections I ever sought 
              I love my God 
              Whose subtle glimpses I always caught