A small, intermittent spark of energy ,
Wanted to burn quickly and become bright ,
Glows peacefully like the wick of a candle ,
Shining steadily in its inner light ……..
A weapon as sharp as the mind ,
Cutting differences in anxiety and fear ,
The edges have merged in acceptance ,
Every particle so mine and dear ………….
The Struggles to emerge superior,
In the battles so frequent and fierce ,
Just vanished when I looked in awareness,
There was nothing else but myself to Pierce …………
The division of life into patches ,
By expectations of happiness and Joys ,
Is now one continuous celebration ,
The events , a mixed bag of toys …………
Actions which always intended to impress,
To match the better with the very best ,
Just express the bliss of existence ,
Emerging from deep peace and rest ……….
The Doer of deeds like burdens ,
In search of acceptance and fame ,
Is a medium through which nature functions ,
Untouched by praise or blame ……
It was in love I was so limited,
It is love if I feel so vast ,
Love and only love is the present ,
Without it , the creation wont last …………
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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