Now and then
At dusk, as the sun
Eases down towards the colour drenched horizon
I seek the shelter of the darkening shore
And wait.
I wait for myself.
My eyes close in peace.
And in the silence,
On the sands of time
As soft as the fall of autumn leaves
Hovering to the ground,
I hear the sounds of my steps.
Little I know
How far away I was coming from:
Across areas of faded history
When this world was new
And sages round holy fires
Sang cryptic chants
That still like gentle morning breeze
Ring in my ears.
And I wonder at myself,
Who am I?
Ego or purity?
Light or darkness?
Loitering down the lanes of life
Slaves to the marauding senses
I left myself behind.
I lost sight of my immanent light.
I was deep once.
Since then, caught like a fated fly
In the web of ego
I hover
Like a lost butterfly.
I was light once.
Still I know I am not lost.
Light is never lost.
It only recedes
Temporarily hidden by the thickness of darkness.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As soft as the fall of autumn leaves! ! Nice piece of work.
Thank you again for your kind comments. I do need them. Mohabeer Beeharry