the rhythm of life
and the passing of time
reminds me of my transition
from the fluorescent illusion,
to a subtle world of reality
and truth.
rummaging,
through the heart strings,
looking for moments,
of continuity and contentment,
looking back
at what i loved and lost,
or lost to find again,
where future seems
a bleak surrender,
to infinity.
illusion,
in its glory of illusiveness,
in the cosmic jungle of faith......
beyond which i look,
for the thousand petalled lotus,
where, peace,
and peace reigns.
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Belief, is indeed a great gift, which enables us to bear the burden of sorrowful existence and at the same time gives us hope and trust of some glorious future, a lovely write, thanks for sharing! 10