Where has vanished the rhythm of wholeness
which came naturally to our seer-ancesters
who lived a balanced life of inner nurture
and of exterior acts, solitude and service
It was an inner journey toward our wholeness
of letting divine light into our spiritual house
to evolve a check list or a spiritual litmus test
to ascertain if our inner progress is safe and right
Towards the windows opening to the sky
or cluttered closets and cluttered schedules
cluttered thoughts and cluttered spirits
if it is growth, stagnation or regression
Love, joy, peace, patience and compassion
the fruits of the Spirit have fled from our life
the ecstasy of experience of beatitude taken wings
no more we feel the thrill and wonder of being alive.
(Yayati)
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