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!
I think this is a noble goal:
ReplyDeleteI 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 ~
OwoooOO! Moving, personal, universal! Contrasting the foggy and the shining reality totally brings home the culpability and the cure.
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