The Buffalo

He says he is a wild buffalo

Racing to save soil

I am such a buffalo too,

Simply racing towards Him.

“Not this, that way!” says He

For all I know, but I can’t hear.

There could be rocks and trees

Right in my way, but how would I know?

You see, my eyes are closed too

I am just following my heart

I might ram into a mountain

Or fall off a cliff

I might even fall off the face

Of this earth, you just never know

But at least I will die a happy Buffalo,

Because I was running towards Him.

—Moushumi Sen Sarma, Isha volunteer, Munich, Germany