The Reverie
Empty handed I go
Yet a spade is in my hand
I walk on foot
Yet I am riding at the same time
When I cross the river
The bridge flows & the water is still
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Spirit within, spirit of bliss
the long lost mystery,
Abandoned by the world
(Wounded soul in suffering)
A world fixated on words
which are void and vain.
Vainly is the world
enslaved by our vanity
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Human quest & its woes
shall never end
while darkness &
light remain separate
The wounded soul
will not be made whole,
Till the flesh starts speaking
the words of soul!
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I am the flower, I the seed;
For I do know
that in whatever I see
I am a part of, and it in me.
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There is a flame within me
that has stood unmoved,
untroubled through the years.
( The Flame of Satori )
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Knot Knowing, nor love,
nor laughter, hope nor fears,
nor foolish throb of ill.
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I feel no shadow of
the winds that sear
I hear no whisper
of a tide that veers,
I weave no thought of passion,
nor of tears, unfettered of time
& self attachment
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I know no death that chills;
I fear no fate, nor fashion,
cause nor creed,
I shall outdream the slumber
of my darkest other,
( I know no birth)
This is Sunya
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The systems darken,
& our implicit conceiving soars;
adrift of opinions, would we harken,
Benumbed Beats a
clayshuttered heart.
Keep the inner sanctum sacred;
Turn a stone Buddha
Into a living Buddha
(To see that many-splendoured thing)
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