How breezy it is
Being in the world
And yet out of the world;
How feathery it is
To fly floating in
Air of emptiness -
With no press of woes
Forgetting for a moment
The worry of future.
I behold the Mind's Mirror
Reflecting in hills,
Lawns, rivers,
Sky and oceans:
Raising me high
To merry at the rhythm
Of breeze with
Dance of Grass;
The melodious runs
Nourishing fields
Of happiness;
The Infinite with wonders,
The depthy calmness
Though with roars above.
How I like to be
With mind sublime
To find yet another world
With no expectations,
With no cry of heart.
O' Thou'rt the world -
The world within.
I fly, fly and fly
With no press of woes.
O! Mind, thou are
Feathers that help
Fly floating -
In air of eternal bliss.
Why worry on your chores?
Do it and be out of it.
With your winged feathers,
I fly, fly floating:
O, Mind - You are
The world
Within this world.
22.11.2014
Chennai
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