676. Without Your Pity, How Do I Get Liberty? - 180210 Poem by Raman Savithiri
676. Without Your Pity, How Do I Get Liberty? - 180210
Amidst a blooming garden is a lovely palace.
A bee enjoying honey from flowers,
By mistake entered into a dressing space,
Of the palace and wondered its splendors!
When it was tired, it wanted a sip of honey
Tried from all objects from gold to money
Since there are no blooms inside it tried
A way back to garden; but miserably failed!
Reflecting the way out there stood a mirror
The deprived bee saw it as a way out, by error
Hit it a hundred times but never it understood
It was an image and it knew not where the door stood
The Queen of the palace saw its foolishness
For a moment She was moved by its helplessness
She shooed the bee by her hand towel to its horror!
But led it to the real door from the deceptive mirror!
In which way I am better than the bee?
After millions of trials I handover me to Thee
Am I not foolish to seek liberty in world?
Which is just a reflection of my own mind?
Kindly open the secret door of liberation
Show the path beyond mind to realization
Will it take a jiffy to demolish my foolishness?
You Empress! Lead me to God-headedness!
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4/25/2024 2:23:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i like Khalil Gibran for his unique writing; when i read yours i am compelled to compare you with him ------------------------ “All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and your are the mirror.” ------------------ great writing...even a bee is poem to you...wonderful insight