Tuesday 24 November 2015

The idiosyncratic me



I found the culprit;
a misty fog like thing
spreading all over, cunningly—ME,
ME, the master.
It is invisible, and enchanting;
it is the opium fume
covering consciousness, identity.
It needs costumes; acquired, forced, anything,
it grabs anything to hide behind,
for once caught the soul will shine
and laugh out loud at all idiosyncrasies of ME,
of men, women, family, society, nations, and the world.

A very simple, shining reality
like the clear water singing over polished pebbles;
like the huge tree sheltering worms, insects, birds
and bearing fruits for generations;
like a breeze touching all and sundry with no exception;
I am giving up all that ME needs to hide,
to know the spirit of wings, clouds, universe
and ultimately water, ocean and soil
to know the fire of the soul.

I have found the culprit;
a misty fog like thing
spreading all over, cunningly—ME,
ME, the master;
without it peace prevails!

2 comments:

  1. I think this is a noble goal:

    I am giving up all that ME needs to hide,
    to know the spirit of wings, clouds, universe
    and ultimately water, ocean and soil
    to know the fire of the soul.

    If only we can be humble to realize that the cultprit is ME ~ Thanks Sreeja & wishing you a good week ~

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  2. OwoooOO! Moving, personal, universal! Contrasting the foggy and the shining reality totally brings home the culpability and the cure.

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