Roots seek the core, shoots climb to the sky
When the seed of realization sprouts
Can one do both?
Health and lustre of the visible
Depends on the depths roots grow
Into the invisible, there may not be much to see
But guided by an unceasing urge
Roots will one day hit waters of gold
Matching the beauty of the golden sun
As it is being pulled into the bosom of the horizon
When deeply entangled with the roots of life
The tender shoots of love will remain forever green
- N. Seshadri
