Inner Life Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Magnifying glass and sun’s rays
It compresses them to a pint
Transforming and destroying it.

My life narrows to few points:
Reading, seeing and hearing -
The rest are pushed back to nought.

Is that ok? Life comprises of reading?
It means I am like Lady of Shalott
Use only the mirror of books to see life second-hand?

Seeing movies, trees, birds and butterflies
Seeing sunrise, moonlight flooding the sky,
Stars and constellations, opening on the foam?

Hearing music, direct from the spheres,
Beethoven to Bhimsen Joshi, Lata to Rehman
It vibrates on my ears and heartstrings, true.

Words, sights and sounds
Are out there – on the outside:
What is inside, my senses cannot comprehend.