The sky is filled with stars and the sun,
This earth with life vibrant.
Life is an ebb and flow of seasons
Teaching us, by most satisfying reasons,
In the rhythm of ebb and tide of eternal time
I got my ineradicable place in the universe
Alone in endless, stillness, calmness of the universe
In consummation of right harmony
My entry was perfectly faulty
The song of life is out of key
Yet, I harken the fragments of timeless recurring melody
Light dancing melodies
Breathing through the tragic stops not being melancholy
When someone is thrown into perilous circumstances
The one may well display surprising vitality.
Create and express individuality
Don't blend into the herd unseen
Walking down the street
Blowing amidst creatures in between
Those who cannot adapt die off,
While those who survive are of the best stock
The Earth spins and revolves around the Sun
Out of this wonder my song is born.
Show strength and affirmation
Dark firmament lit with gleaming and wandering stars
Wondrous vastness of creation
Bright and glorious is that revelation,
Sublime moment of
Exultation of existence
Feeling alive and not just existing
Living and Breathing
Even when out of breath
Stillness that surround
Exhausted to the core
Strange exhaustion
Emotional burden
In trouble to be troubled,
Is to have your trouble doubled
Mind infused with the surprise that the smell of flowers
Make promises by the hours
We live in time - it holds us
And moulds us
Spread around me are mighty delightful blessings.
I don't want to cut the strings
I have lent my ears, opened my eyes,
Trying hard to recognize
Being wondrous yet sensible and wise,
On the bosom of this earth poured forth my life,
Looking for the unknown in all that I know.
This wonder brings forth my song
Like a tender sleeping bud
Bursts into bloom
Eyes that explore this world out to till the ending doom.
The floating tumours in the brain
The pounding inside the brain
Sends through the spirit a spark
Tells me to make a mark
Those glowing in the dark
Realization that through my nerves flows
When one comes invariably
Reflection on the big questions of life and death
O'mind the world is a deep, dark pit.
At the bottom of a pit
That sun has never lit,
On every side, death casts forward his net
You can't hide in the ebb and flow
Lie low
You take nothing with you when you go.
Life after death
Spirit or soul
Is there in every culture.
The great cycle of life and death
Seem as vague and hazy like a dream.
Darkness would wrap itself around me,
filling me with a veritable ecstasy of emptiness
If when I die I will live again,
And some thinking, feeling,
Remembering part of me will continue.
Despite the ancient and worldwide
Cultural traditions that cultural beliefs
They mystify and bring relief
Asserting an afterlife, immortality
In ancient Mesopotamia, Egyptians, Hebrew, Greek, Romans, Old testament, The Gita, Chinese, Tantric, Anglo-Saxon
It feels like a formation of beliefs, wishful thinking,
If it was really true no matter what
And I can trust my gut
The door is slammed shut
I could satisfy my deep interests and ambitions
Only if I had proof the authenticity of the traditions
But if it's an endless dreamless sleep
A shadow so deep;
My passion would remain a forlorn hope
Fulfillment of my wishes has no scope
This perspective has given me
A little extra motivation to stay alive!
Thrive and survive
In our vulnerability,
Looking Death in the eye
Don't make me breathe a sigh
Being grateful for every day
The brief but magnificent opportunity
Life grants
Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astonishing universe
Not a dream or spiritual fantasy
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